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nhstadler · 1 year ago

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M A G I C

I don’t know why, but these keep coming. I’m in a writing slump but this just works and I wanted to share it with you guys in case some of you might enjoy it. I’ve been writing a sort of post-Hogwarts episodic piece about Seth and James and the gang that includes scenes from the past and their present and I think I will continue this when the OG story is finished (there are only two more chapters and they are all planned out, so it’s happening :) ).

The whole thing is called A CATALOGUE OF US and this would be the very first installment (it's too short to call it a chapter, I guess).

Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Or questions, or hopes, dreams, fears… anything, really. I’d love to hear from you.

The end of summer is always a tragedy.

Because it feels like a small death. Every time. There is a palpable chill that creeps back into the warm, endless nights - slowly, gradually - and then, in the blink of an eye, it’s over.

But when it starts, it’s magic.

I lean my forehead against the window, watching the world pass by as the train speeds through the landscape, lush greens bleeding into purple and blue as we get closer to the coast. There is an older lady across from me, knitting a neon green pair of socks. She sometimes looks up and gives me a smile and I smile back.

Tiredness is creeping back in. I’ve had three-and-a-half coffees already, but I’ve been awake for fifteen hours. Fifteen hours I spent mostly on aeroplanes and trains, trying to get back home. And maybe it’s the caffeine overdose, but it feels strange, somehow. Because it’s been almost a year and everything should look different, but it doesn’t. It all still looks the same; the soft hills and the harsh cliffs and the wild heather that crawls along the edges, barely swaying in the wind.

I sometimes wish I wouldn’t remember it all so well.

…

...

Rain is drumming on the window, blurring the view of the platform. There’s a sea of umbrellas that are nothing more than colourful smudges behind the glass and I let myself sink back into the seat, my hair chafing against the velvet backrest.

The whistle blows once - a warning for those who still haven’t boarded the train - and I feel a strange sort of wistfulness at hearing the familiar sound. Like I’m mourning something that hasn’t happened yet. But this was always going to be difficult. Even without him.

“Oi!” There’s a sharp knock on the window and Katie yells out in shock, her elbow knocking into my side as she spills half of her magazines on the compartment floor.

“Open the window, Woodley!” James’s voice is muffled through the glass. He’s trying to prise open the metal ledge from the outside and I stumble over Sam’s legs as I pull down the top part as far as it will go.

The smell of rain floods the compartment and the air feels heavy. He’s completely drenched, smiling his most adorable dimpled smile, and I wonder if I will ever get used to this; to James Potter looking at me like this. We had all summer. We had midnight talks and sun-drenched mornings and slow, salty kisses. And yet, when he smiles at me, my knees feel too soft and my heartbeat too fast.

“What are you doing?”

“He’s breaking my back!” Freddie shouts from somewhere below the window and I lean out a little to see him standing next to the train. His hair is plastered to his head and his hands are wrapped around James who is sitting on his shoulders.

“Did you think I’d let you go without saying goodbye?” James is still grinning as he dips his head, bracing his arms on the window frame. Strands of wet hair are sticking to his forehead, looking almost black, but the gold in his eyes gleams and my stomach swoops.

“But, we already said goodbye.”

He laughs - a small, secret, dirty laugh that makes my blush crawl to the tip of my nose. “Yeah, but your parents were watching.”

He’s so much trouble.

And so charming.

The whistle blows again, longer, more urgently, and I want to climb out through the window and into his arms. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I’m going to hurt myself,” Freddie mutters, loud enough for us to hear, but James ignores him and leans in more, across the gap.

“I’m going to miss you, Woodley.” His voice is low and rough, like it was that night at his grandparents’ house when he snuck into my room. His hand slides to the back of my neck and I can feel the press of each finger against my skin. “A lot.”

He kisses me between the train and the platform. He kisses me like the whistle isn’t blowing, like it isn’t pouring, like no one is watching. Like we have forever.

“I’ll see you soon, OK?” He whispers the words against my lips and I nod because my throat feels tight and sore.

Water is dripping from my nose.

I think I’m crying.

The train is pulling away and James lets go as Freddie stumbles backwards. We’re picking up speed too fast, too suddenly, and there’s so much I didn’t say.

Like ‘I will miss you too’.

Like ‘please don’t fall in love with someone else’.

“Seth!” Katie gasps as I recklessly lean out the window like she thinks I might jump. I can feel her hand fisting in the hem of my jumper, pulling me back. Hard rain is pelting my face as I watch James follow the train to the edge of the platform. I watch him until he is nothing but a small, blurry dot in the distance and I think about the way he looked at me that night in the Burrow; when it was also raining and we were lying next to each other in that tiny bed, whispering underneath the blanket so no one would hear us.

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The train rattles and I wake with a start. My mouth feels fuzzy and tastes like old coffee and I’m so disoriented that it takes me a moment to realise that we aren’t moving anymore. We have pulled into a station and the conductor is standing on the platform, having a smoke.

Across from me, the old lady is gone and her neon green socks are lying in my lap. I look at them for a moment and my throat closes off. I’m tearing up at a pair of slightly lumpy socks and I don’t know why.

It’s a hassle to collect all of the bits and pieces of my luggage. I’ve accumulated three random plastic bags since I left Boston, filled equal parts with food and rubbish, and I cram the socks into one of them. My backpack has a weird shape from all the airport impulse purchases and my suitcase is too big, but I fight my way through the narrow exit, consequences be damned. And then, I see her.

Katie’s hair looks brighter in the pale evening glow - more red than brown - and my heart feels heavy and light at the same time. There are sequins on her headband and they sparkle, even though the sky is cloudy. She’s pure light.

I drop everything at once - the plastic bags and the backpack and the suitcase that is definitely dented now. We’re both screaming, our voices hollering across the empty platform as we fall into each other’s arms, swaying back and forth like a pair of drunk idiots.

“Oh my god!” Katie shouts into my ear and her hands grab my arms, pushing me away and pulling me into her all at once. Her nose is pierced, which I knew, but I’ve never seen it in person. I wasn’t there when she got it. I didn’t hold her hand and grimace when the needle went through. “You look like hell. Still gorgeous but also like hell.”

She’s grinning. I am too.

“Trust me,” I push my hair back behind my ears in an attempt to tame the greasy frizz halo that I’ve involuntarily cultivated over the past hours, “hell has nothing on overseas air travel.”

“Why didn’t you apply for a portkey?”

“I did,” I say, bending down to pick up my backpack again, feeling the weight of it. “Unfortunately, I’m not famous or rich enough.”

“Excuse me?” Katie has grabbed all of my sad plastic bags like they are serious pieces of luggage, her eyebrows raised as she looks at me. “You’re a fucking Woodley.”

“That’s what I said!” I sling my arm around her shoulder and she wraps hers around my back, pulling me into her despite the fact that I probably smell like lemongrass armpit sweat, and I can feel it sink in. That feeling you get around certain people, no matter how long you are apart.

Like coming home.

#hntbaw #hpfanfiction #nextgen #fanfiction #jamessiriuspotter #hownottobeawoodley #aesthetics #aesthetic #moodboard #moodboards

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patronsaintofteachercrushes · 9 months ago

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4/7

feeling a great deal of things today and have been for the past week. it’s hard to make sense of it all. i miss H terribly, but not so much him just the mere comfort of knowing he’ll be there. it’s weird. i still fantasize about him, a lot of my time is taken up by just imagining making him coffee in the morning after waking up in his bed with him or him reading me something while i lay my head in his lap with a soft yellow light on and jazz playing in the other room. but i don’t feel much like i love him anymore. i think it’s neither love nor disdain but a secret third thing.

i’m not really sure what’s going on and i’m not really sure what to make of anything recently. i just wanted to talk to you guys about it. i haven’t been posting as frequently and i miss it. this is such a good outlet for me and i hope that maybe my continued posting (even if it’s not necessarily happy or good) is still helpful to someone out there like some of you guys have written me before.

sorry for any typos again lol

i started wondering what love is, what it feels like, how it behaves. i’ve yet to come to a conclusion about it. i know that love comes in all sorts of different forms and sizes, but how does someone know when they love another person romantically ? i love my friends, i love my sister, i love my dog, i love my bed, i love my shoes, i love a good book, i love tea, i love writing, i love feeling the sunlight on my eyelids, i love going on a drive, i love fiona apple, i love a great deal of things but i don’t love any of these things romantically.

i’ve had multiple experiences in my life where i think i have loved someone that way before, but it’s never lasted. shouldn’t love last ? my love for everything else does. i thought i loved my first “boyfriend”, but i broke up with him after 6 months. i thought i loved L, but it dissipated just as quickly as it came over me. this time, with H, i thought it would be different. i kind of felt like he was the one, you know ? the sort of feeling you get when you meet somebody new and they take a liking to you so you immediately start to like them too and you feel much closer to them than you’ve felt to anyone before. i felt that with H. and i don’t feel that way anymore. he doesn’t care for me much anymore either.

but that doesn’t really explain why i still think about him in the ways that i do. i often imagine living a quiet, domestic life with him where we’re left alone to consume and create together, where we talk and don’t try to be so careful, where i cook for him and he eats it with delight. when he does certain things, i feel a rush of what it was like to love him. i watched him once lift his arms above his head to close a window and saw the dimples on his back. i imagined laying with him and pressing my thumbs into the indents there. i imagine these moments of intimacy so frequently and vividly that it can’t be just based on a fleeting feeling. i must really love him, right ?

i wondered earlier this week if maybe i had deluded myself into believing i didn’t love H anymore the same way i had deluded myself into believing he might love me. is it ever really possible to get over an obsession like that ? if so, is it possible for me then too ? i keep telling myself that he is nothing special and that this was all so pointless but at the end of the day, i still brought him easter dinner and post about him on a tumblr blog almost entirely dedicated to him. i mean whats the difference between loving him actively and loving him in a past tense ?

there’s a quote in ladybird, “you seem to really love Sacramento.” “i do ?” “you write about Sacramento so affectionately and with such care.” “i was just describing it.” “well, it comes across as love.” “sure, i guess i pay attention.” “don’t you think maybe they are the same thing ? love and attention ?” and i’ve been thinking about it a lot. is my incessant imagining of him another form of love ? is that why i can always find connections to him in everything i do or see or hear ? because he’s always somewhere in the front of my mind ? can that be love ? i still feel a softness for him, as i feel for everyone i’ve ever thought i loved before, but i don’t feel for him anymore like i did prior to march 15th when i was sure and confident in my love for him.

i feel like i’m going in circles with him, i’ve felt like this before and i’ll probably feel like that again. when he talked about his spouse that one time, i had the same sort of clarity i had when i saw him for lunch on march 15th. and when he talked about the movie we were watching in class, i felt the way same way as when he called me a naughty girl. i mean i didn’t even let him have a moment to redeem himself after we’d had lunch, i didn’t offer him a second chance and i’m not sure if he really even deserved one because of who he is (both to me and to himself) but i just packed everything up and walked away without a word. i pulled away entirely from him just like how he’s done to me countless times before. originally, it felt like i was giving him a taste of his own medicine, like i was really showing him, but now i just wonder if i did it that way to make him care again. nothing has really been confirmed at all, we still dance around each other most of the time, so its hard to gauge whether or not what i’m doing is right.

but because i pulled away so quickly, i just started to latch onto things that aren’t even really there. when i went dancing with a friend, i flirted and danced with her aunt’s friend from their parish, and then i flirted with the gas station clerk while we bought ice cream afterwards. i even kept going back to the gas station to flirt with him, i was so desperate for a new feeling. i think i missed feeling passionate about someone because my compulsive obsession surrounding H felt like it was ending. it felt good to focus all the emotion i have inside of me onto someone again, but i know that he’s just a man like everyone else. i was drunk the night we went dancing, but is that an excuse ? i feel like instead of recovering and reliving myself from the sickness i had with H i’m really just running from how i actually feel. and i feel like that might be worse than just loving him again.

but he has a partner, and to everyone outside of this perfect bubble i have meticulously curated for myself i am doing something illegal and inappropriate. so i can’t love him. we watched everything everywhere all at once in class, and we got to the scene where waymond says, “in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.” and i wondered if he felt that way about him and his partner. i wondered then too if maybe the moments we’d had were temporary lapses in judgment that come from going through something so difficult, something like your spouse having cancer and someone showing you a kindness you haven’t felt in a while. i felt very guilty for feeling how i felt about him during that part of the movie. it reminded me of when he said he was at the hospital with her and how i felt then.

#xi’s diary #female student #male teacher crush #male teacher x female student #tc community #tc feelings #student x teacher #tc blog #tc love #teacher crush #teacher x student

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snortlaughs · 2 years ago

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trial paperwork

fandom: ace attorney

pairing: narumitsu/wrightworth

characters included: lee!wright, ler!edgeworth

word count: 1.3k

genre: fluff. SO MUCH FLUFF.

warnings: none

author’s note: YIPPEEEEE FIRST ACE ATTORNEY FIC! ALSO I HAVEN’T POSTED A FIC IN SO LONG HIIIIII i hope that you all enjoy~

Phoenix laid down on the couch in Edgeworth’s office, looking at his navy-blue coat that snugly hung on the back of the heavy mahogany door. It was quite an eyesore relative to the rest of the room, which was covered in various shades of maroon.

He listened intently to the noises of pen on paper that came from the desk behind him. It was a Tuesday evening, and Miles was filling out paperwork for the trial that was scheduled for the upcoming Friday.

Wright knew this.

However, he still asked…

“What are you working on over there?”

Edgeworth rolled his eyes with a light groan before he placed his pen onto his nicely-polished desk, finally allowing Nick his full attention.

“Wright, this is the third time that you’ve asked me that question, and it’s going to be the third time that I’ve answered that question.” The man growled. “Does nothing get through your thick skull?”

Phoenix shifted his torso with a grunt, now laying on the sofa tummy-down and meeting Edgeworth’s disgruntled gaze.

The defense attorney rested his chin in his hand and grinned his signature, shit-eating grin, which only annoyed Edgeworth even more.

“Alright, don’t lie to me, Edgey.” He hummed, swaying his legs in the air rhythmically. “You didn’t really answer the first two times that I asked. You just shushed me or told me to leave. Very rudely, might I add.”

“Okay, well,” Edgeworth uttered after he took a deep breath. “Listen closely, because I am not answering any more of your brainless questions after this.”

Wright cupped his left ear with his hand to indicate that he was, indeed, listening.

“I am working on documentation for our upcoming trial — getting everything sorted.” Edgeworth said, grateful for the fact that no noise was coming out of Phoenix’s mouth. For once. “Shouldn’t you be doing the same thing? Why are you here bothering me when you could be doing something productive?”

“Well, since you asked oh-so nicely,” Wright purred, earning a huff from the silver-haired man, “I already got all of my paperwork finished, so I don’t have anything to worry about. Also, I like bothering you. You get worked up so easily — it’s fun to watch.”

Edgeworth, at this point, had had enough.

Not only was Phoenix Wright, his rival, invading his space and filling his mind with useless thoughts — now he was just humiliating him!

Not to mention, the warm blush that was building up in his cheeks as a result of Nick’s comment certainly wasn’t helping.

“Oh, it’s fun to watch, is it?” Miles scoffed, standing up from his desk. He shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders and haphazardly tossed it onto his chair.

Wright, satisfied with his pestering, flopped onto his back again and stared up at the ceiling. He crossed his arms over his head, each hand holding the opposite elbow. “Why, yes! Very much so.”

Before Nick knew it, Miles was standing next to the couch and then clumsily climbing onto his lap, straddling him. He used his left hand to grasp the defense attorney’s forearms and hold them firmly against the sofa.

Phoenix, after his initial surprise wore off, began squirming underneath Edgeworth’s weight with a goofy grin.

It was almost as if he knew what was coming.

“M—Miles!” The pointy-haired man stuttered, his eyes darting between the prosecutor’s free hand and his face, which was painted with a playful, happy smirk — an expression that Wright had never seen from Miles before.

Edgeworth was pretty much always frowning. To be honest, this was almost a nice change of pace. Almost.

“I’ll show you what’s fun to watch, Mr. Wright.”

This being said, he started teasingly wiggling his fingers in the air and hovering his hand over various areas of Wright’s torso, causing the man to let out a startled squeak.

“Quihit doing that!” He whined, kicking his feet petulantly against the rose-colored cushions.

“Aww, Phoenix…” Miles said, raising his eyebrows. “I haven’t even touched you yet. I wonder if you’re still just as ticklish as you were when we were kids… I think I may just have to test that out.”

That being said, Edgeworth began lightly clawing at Wright’s sides through the fabric of his collared shirt.

A shrill squeal rang through the spacious room. Phoenix instinctively sucked his tummy in to avoid the tingly sensations that danced across his skin.

“Edgewohohorth! I—I’m stihihihill just as tihihicklish as I was when we were kihihids! You don’t have to tehehest it! Reheheheheally!” The man babbled, his cheeks already covered in a blotchy, red flush.

Edgeworth shook his head with a scoff, unable to wipe his smile off of his face. “So endearing…” he thought.

“Hmmm,” Miles hummed teasingly. “Yeah, I don’t have to test it… you’re right about that. Your sensitivity is obvious.”

“…But I’m still going to tickle you to pieces.”

Phoenix barely had the time to pout before Edgeworth stealthily untucked his top and started poking sporadically at his bare ribs.

“Mihihihiles!” Nick howled, pushing his blushy face into his bicep in order to avoid his assailant’s teasing gaze.

He attempted to free his arms from Edgeworth’s hold, but the prosecutor was surprisingly strong. Instead, he did what seemed to be the next best thing — he breathlessly wriggled under the man’s weight in an attempt to dodge his pokes.

“What, Wright?” Edgeworth said, cocking his head innocently and ceasing his teasy touches for a moment. “This is what you get for bothering me! Maybe you’ll be a bit more mindful next time.”

“B—buhuhut it’s so fuhuhun to annohohoy youuuu! Yohou’re so cu—!”

Before Wright could finish his sentence and fluster Miles even more than he already had, the attacker shot his hand under Phoenix’s left arm and began moving his nimble fingers as quickly as they could go.

“EHEHEHEDGEWOHORTH!” the attorney shrieked, thrashing his torso back and forth in a feeble attempt to break free from the prosecutor.

Miles’ face, at this point, could have been compared to that of a freshly-boiled lobster — bright red. This was possibly the reddest that he’d ever been, and he was eternally grateful that Wright was too out of sorts to notice. Hopefully.

“W—What is it, Nick?” Edgeworth said falteringly, trying hard to regain his composure after having thought about the fact that he was definitely noticeably flustered.

He switched his hand to the defense attorney’s right underarm and continued his attack, which earned him an adorably shrill yelp.

“Can’t take it?”

“NOHOHOHO! Plehehehehease have mehehehercy!”

“Fine, fine.” Edgeworth said, admittedly quite bummed that his tickly onslaught had finished. He let go of Phoenix’s arms, which he immediately slammed down on either side of his torso as giggles continued to pour past his lips.

Edgeworth rested his hands on Wright’s chest and looked down at the man laying under him, almost as if he was admiring the mess that he had made.

Phoenix was quivering, and tears of mirth were being wiped from his deep blue eyes.

Miles scoffed with a grin. “You’re still such a child, Wright.”

Phoenix, after a few more moments, had mostly calmed down. However, his voice was still shaky and he was still unable to wipe his dorky smile off of his lips.

He looked up at Miles, who turned his face away in faux nonchalance.

“M—Maybe that’s true, Edgey,” he said, as solidly as he could. “But you know what?”

Edgeworth slowly turned his face back towards Wright’s, taking fistfuls of the spiky-haired defense attorney’s button-up shirt into his palms.

“...What?”

Phoenix grinned.

“I think that you’re a bit of a child, too. I mean, after all these years, you remembered how ticklish I was — you even went out of your way to check and see if I still am,” he stated matter-of-factly. “This must have been taking up a lot of your mental real estate, huh, Miles? Thinking about how ticklish I am, I mean.”

Edgeworth’s eyes widened as he immediately turned away from Wright.

His face was beet-red, and his blush was quickly trailing down his neck. He silently swore at himself, irritated by the fact that he got flustered so easily.

“Seems like I got it right,” Phoenix purred, poking playfully at Edgeworth’s sides and taking note of how he flinched.

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scorpiongrassfield · 1 year ago

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A Quiet Afternoon In

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Once you’ve finished eating your late lunch, you join Pat.

They’ve finished sorting and are now jotting down phrases on the post-its.

“Here,” they say, handing you a pen and the sketchbook. “Try drawing or writing down anything that you think might be relevant to the case.”

“I know how to draw?”

Pat laughs softly. “I don’t think amnesia would make you forget that. Give it a try,” they say.

You shrug. It can’t hurt to try.

You try drawing the cabin. You scribble it out after you make a mistake and start over. Scribble out the next one, too.

The third try comes out a little better, but it still doesn’t look right.

“Do we have any pencils?” you ask. It’d be easier if you could erase things.

“There should be some in my purse. It’s over by the door,” Pat says.

Then, as an afterthought: “I’ve got some candy in there, too. Grab one for me and one for you?”

You agree and head over to their purse to look through it.

You have to check through a few different pockets to find a pencil, but the candies are easy enough to find.

They have green and purple wrappers.

“Are these gin flavored?” you ask, wrinkling your nose as you read the label. You’re not eating that, even if you can’t taste anything. It’s the principle of the thing.

“Nah, they’re caramels,” Pat says, not looking up from what they’re writing down.

“Why are they called that, then?” you mutter as you hand Pat their piece.

Pat shrugs. “Why do they name candies anything?” They ask rhetorically. They unwrap their candy and pop it in their mouth.

They seem to be watching you closely as you eat your own. It’s chewy.

“Good, right?” they ask.

You feel like something is a little off, but then again Pat’s always been weird about making you eat.

“Yeah, thanks,” you say.

Pat just keeps looking at you for a long moment, then turns back to their task.

You do the same.

Drawing is easier with a pencil, but you’re still not too happy with it. Your drawing abilities aren’t horrible, but you still think it could be better.

“You know…” Pat starts, but trails off.

You hum in question, wondering what they want.

They don’t say anything more for a while.

You give up on drawing the cabin, or rather accept your imperfect 9th draft as good enough for now.

Instead, you switch to drawing a portrait.

You’re kind of envious of Theo’s skills, artistically. His style is very pretty.

That said, you like your own style too. It’s fun and kind of cartoony.

“Hey, Sylv?” Pat starts again.

“Yes?” you say, looking up at them.

They’re looking right back at you, their expression heavy with… something. An emotion you can’t quite read.

“You know I’m always here for you, right?” they say.

Before you can even answer them, they speak again. They’re smiling like they’re trying to make light of it, but the expression is strained, hanging on their face unnaturally.

“Like, even if you are a vampire or… or something else like that. I’ve always got your back. No matter what,” they say.

You furrow your brow. You aren’t sure what brought this on…

“Yeah, I know,” you say.

You haven’t known Pat for as long as they’ve known you, but you can tell they care a lot about you.

“Good,” they say. “If you forget everything again, try to remember that? If not… I guess I’ll still be here for you,” they say, looking away again.

You aren’t sure what to say to that, at first.

Pat busies themself with reordering all the papers they have around them.

After a while you find the words.

“Thanks, Pat,” you say sincerely.

Pat shrugs it off. “That’s what family is for, kid.”

You think that’s the first time they’ve directly acknowledged what you are to them. Not an assistant, or a stray they took in, but family.

Something must be wrong.

But Pat just keeps working. Flipping through their journal for details they forgot, combining post it notes into one, doing some sketching of their own.

The two of you work in parallel like that for a few hours.

You manage to draw Pat, Theo, and the shadow.

You do not manage to draw Concrete. Your attempts to draw the cat go catastrophically wrong and you conclude that you do not know how to draw cats at all.

Eventually Pat straightens up from where they’ve been leaning over their notes, stretching, then shaking out the stretch.

“Right, that’s enough of that,” they say.

They tap their phone to see what time it is.

“Hm… I know it’s been longer since I ate than it has been for you, but what do you think about dinner? We could try that Greek place we passed the other day,” they say.

You sigh, closing the sketchbook. “That’s fine,” you say.

“Sweet,” they say. They tidy up the mess of notes around them, then stand up.

“Did you want to come with me, or stay here?” they ask.

“I’ll stay here,” you say.

“Okay. What do you want?” Pat asks, hand on their hip.

You shrug. “You can pick.”

“Okay,” they say. They pick up their purse on their way out the door. “Be good, don’t steal any blood while I’m gone,” they call.

You roll your eyes, but don’t get a word in edgewise before the door is closed.

Where would you even get blood from? The only person you’re capable of interacting with when Pat isn’t around is Theo. And he doesn’t exactly have blood to spare.

Taking a break from drawing, you decide to look up the eight of swords.

You check the same sites as before and find that you were sort of right about what the card means. It’s supposed to be about feeling trapped, but not necessarily being trapped. The blindfold is supposed to symbolize that a person is unable to see the way out of their problems, but that a way out does indeed exist.

But the shadow wasn’t blindfolded…

As you try to find out more you notice something.

If you focus hard enough, you realize there are results missing from your search.

Not in a “the search engine took this result down” way, either.

It’s like the menu at the diner.

How did you not notice this before…?

You try to focus harder on it, but it just gives you a headache.

Oh well.

You’ll have to look something else up instead.

You look up ‘scorpion grass’ and ‘forget me nots’.

There are some viewable results, which is nice.

Forget-me-not is the most common name, apparently. Scorpion grass sounds cooler though, you think. It’d make a cool band name, maybe.

The scientific name is…

Myosotis sylvatica.

Now your head really hurts.

You fish the paper out of your pocket and look at it.

The way it’s burned on either side of the word ‘sylv’...

It could have been part of that phrase.

And Pat said you were called My before you picked your new name.

Did you name yourself after these flowers twice?

You type in the full name to search.

There’s a lot of information about the plants, which is interesting, but not helpful to you.

You turn the paper over. “Was never found”, it says.

You try typing that in.

Nothing helpful comes up.

You try that phrase along with ‘Myosotis sylvatica’. Nothing.

You try again, this time with the phrase and ‘forget me nots’.

Oh.

There’s something.

You can hear your blood pounding in your ears.

“Forget-Me-Not—The Girl Dressed In Blood” is the title.

It seems to be the telling of some sort of urban legend.

Pat seemed pretty firm on not messing with these things.

But…

It might not hurt to read it.

Just to see what it’s about.

What will you do?

#choose your own adventure #interactive fiction #writeblr #original writing

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I never posted this on AO3 bc I wanted to rework some of it and never ended up doing it, but I like enough of it to post here. Basically - DA2 The Boys AU. I wrote when I was watching The Boys for the for the first time (still haven’t seen the new season RIP)

Summary: Hawke has been the best partner Fenris has had in years, aside from one thing: he insists on working with supes.

Hawke goes over the plan again, but Fenris knows everything he needs to. He’s trying to keep focused, to stay ice cold and exact. If there’s ever been a time he couldn’t afford to fuck up, it would be now. Hawke takes another look out the van window and says in a low voice, leaning slightly to the side in that way people do when they’re speaking into an earpiece, “Bela?”

“Quiet, sweet thing.” Her voice comes crackling into Fenris’ ear as well. “Any second now.” There’s a thump, some rustling, a long minute, and then – on the end of the table, the computer lights up, dim gray rectangles of mild movement. The security footage. Must be for nearly every room in the compound.

Hawke laughs at this, an infectious sort of excitement that feels a bit like victory before they’ve even started. “I could kiss you.”

“Hmmm,” Isabela says, pleased with herself. “Maybe later.”

“Cute.” Varric pulls the computer into his lap, eyes scanning the screen. In an upper corner, Fenris can just make out Isabela, tucked away in some tiny security office, feet already kicked up on the desk, over the body of whoever was there when she broke in. “But if any of us are going to be kissing each other, then we better get moving now.”

Hawke nods. He slings his guns over his shoulder, and Fenris, of course already armed, finds himself adjusting his. “Right,” he says. “Merrill and I will take the lower entrance after Bela fucks with the lights.” He nods to Fenris. “Then it should be a straight shot through at the top. I think we should be able to keep casualties to a minimum, at least until we’ve grabbed the V and you’ve dealt with Danarius. But Anders, I need you backing him up just in case.” Next to Hawke, Anders rolls his eyes – this part of the plan is bad, everyone knows it, especially Fenris. Unfortunately, it might also be necessary.

As everyone prepares to move on, Fenris can hear Anders muttering to Hawke, low enough to be a whisper without the intent of one. “He’s just going to kill him and leave as soon as he gets what he wants.” Hawke replies, “He wants the same thing as us.”

–

This isn’t the first Vought facility Fenris has snuck his way into. There have been years of this – or at least something like this. Years of failure, dead ends, a hopeless searching he struggled to put a name to. There had been other partners – good ones, shitty ones, dead ones mostly. Hawke had been the best, lasted the longest, brought him the closest to justice he had felt in a long time. It’s why he’s stuck with him all these years, even when they fight, even when he makes Fenris work with people he can’t stand.

A few paces behind him, Anders glowers at Fenris. He’s holding a handgun, but arming the supe was a moot point on Hawke’s part – Anders is a terrible shot. If they are attacked, then Anders can heal them both while Fenris deals with the problem, and if that’s not enough, then he’ll start doing far more damage with far less control than anything a gun could give him.

His earpiece crackles to life once again. “Hawke and Daisy are in,” Varric says. “Broody, Blondie – I can’t see you.”

“Shit,” Fenris says, “Blindspot? Did we know about this?”

Anders walks forward a few paces and looks up, scanning the ceiling for cameras. “I’m giving you and Isabela a wave, do you see it?”

“Clear as day,” Isabela says pleasantly. “It’s only a few feet, nothing to worry about.”

“And now you’ve given anyone with this footage a full view of your face,” says Fenris. “Lovely.”

“Right,” says Anders. “Because Vought doesn’t already know who we are.”

“Play nice, girls,” says Isabela. “Varric, if you’re all set up, then I’m going to go find Hawke.”

There’s some back and forth as Varric and Isabela coordinate, but Fenris tunes it out. Right now, already so close, just one wrong move away, he needs to be more alert than ever. It’s too quiet up here. Fenris knows that this area is corporate – the real action is downstairs, but that’s no reason for it to stand so empty, even at this hour. He can’t let that stop him, though, not now. Be cautious, not deterred. Danarius is somewhere in this building, and by the night’s end, Fenris will have his revenge and maybe even answers. Or he’ll be dead. Either way, it ends here.

He touches his scarred skin without thinking. It’s painful, but not in any way he hasn’t learned to expect. Anders says, “It’s too quiet.”

It’s taken him long enough to notice, or maybe he’s only just now decided to bring it up. Anders is even more suspicious of Fenris than Fenris is of him.

“It is,” says Fenris. He twists the gun off his shoulder, holding it slightly more at the ready.

“It looks clear enough,” Varric says. “There’s a few guys up ahead, a few doors down, but we knew they’d be there.”

Fenris and Anders exchange an uneasy look, but there’s nothing else to say. For now, Varric is right.

They continue forward quietly, avoiding the guards as well as they might have planned. Fenris is almost glad Anders is his partner on this – if it had been Hawke or Varric or god forbid, Merrill, they might have tried to ask him how he was feeling right now, did he know what he would say to Danarius when he saw him, what he might do. Anders and Fenris have long since given up on any amiability in their relationship, so instead Fenris can concentrate, not on finally confronting the man who ruined his life – he’s had a lifetime for that, nearly two painful decades – but on getting there in the first place.

It goes to shit immediately. Of course. Fenris barely has time to register the first gunshot before the second shot sends a bullet straight at Anders, barely leaving a mark, fucking supes, and Fenris has time to take cover and start shooting.

Their attackers are coming from a door ahead of them, in what Fenris is willing to bet is the cameras’ second blindspot.

“Shit,” Varric says on the other end, “What am I seeing here? Are you being shot at? Broody, are you okay in there?”

“Shot at?” asks Hawke, at the same time Anders says, “Fenris is fine. I’ve been shot, thank you for asking.”

Fenris rolls his eyes – Anders has already healed his already mild scrape – and Hawke crackles briefly on the other end, the sounds of violence just behind him – “Fuck, us too. They knew we were coming.”

There’s no time to worry about Merrill and Hawke, though, and probably little point. Merrill can take control of the blood in someone’s body, make them do what she needs them to as long as they’re in a close enough range. It’s not the most gruesome thing Fenris has seen supes do, at least not the way Merrill uses it, but he thinks it might be his least favorite. He keeps waiting for the day Merrill decides she’s sick of working against her own side.

Fenris makes short enough work of this wave of attackers, with the exception of one, a low-level supe, who sends waves of electricity shooting through the air. This one isn’t dangerous enough to be more than a grunt, and unlike some supes Fenris has dealt with in the past, she does take damage from his bullets, slowly but surely. He knows what Hawke would say if he were here, to leave her to Anders, that there’s a reason why we work with supes, Fenris, but Fenris stays focused in his attack. Fenris has only seen Anders use his non-healing powers a handful of times, but he’s seen enough to not give him any reason to use that ticking time bomb.

The fight long and brutal – Fenris grabs the supe by her hair and crushes her face into the wall, she sends a wave of potent electricity through his leg that Anders is only able to heal just in time to keep it from frying him alive, but eventually, he finishes his work.

One of the attackers is still alive, albeit barely – his heavy breaths moving slower and slower as seconds tick by. Anders grabs him before Fenris can, pushing him against the wall, his hand just under the man’s chin, somewhere between a throttle and a caress. Slowly, the gash across his chest begins to knit together. It’s a familiar sight, though slower than usual – with this, at least, Anders can be very precise.

“How did you know we were coming?” the supe snaps. The man coughs and shakes his head, so Fenris gives him a kick in his healing flesh.

“I don’t know, I don’t know! I swear – they don’t tell us, just–”

“Is Danarius here?” Fenris interrupts. Anders looks at him dangerously. “Is Danarius here, or was this all just a trap?”

“I –” the man sputters out some blood. “He’s here, he’s here. In the control room in the back. He said he wanted to speak with you, after everything you’ve done he, he wanted to –”

Fenris nods at Anders and the supe lets go of the man, the healing ceasing as he slides to the floor. Fenris shoots him one more time for good measure.

Anders is saying something into his headset and Hawke and Varric are responding – Fenris’ thoughts are too loud to hear any of it. Danarius is still here. Danarius is waiting for him. It chills Fenris a bit, when he really thinks about it, but invigorates him more than anything else, that he’s turned himself into something of an even-footed opponent, risen past being one more piece of collateral damage in a long, bloody career. His mother’s life, his sister’s, Fenris’ body had all been dismissed as an unfortunate but worthwhile side effect, but Fenris knew what he had seen the night he had lost everything. It had mattered. It would matter today too.

“Fenris,” Hawke says. “Are you listening? We need to retreat.”

“Pussies,” Isabela says at the same time Varric mutters, “I knew this whole thing was a bad idea.”

Fenris shakes his head. “No,” he says. There’s no question to it. “I came here for a reason.”

“I told you,” Anders says, looking at Fenris but obviously talking to Hawke.

Hawke ignores him. “It’s too dangerous. You won’t get anything done if we all get ourselves killed here. We have to regroup.”

It makes sense, it’s the smart thing to do, and it’s utterly unthinkable. Hawke can make these decisions from a distance, removed but empathetic. He’ll say, “I’m sorry it happened this way, Fenris,” and take too much blame for something that isn’t his fault, that’s no one’s but Danarius’, and for a moment Fenris hates him for it. “You would ask me to leave now? When it’s the only chance I’ll ever have?”

Hawke is replying but Fenris has already pulled out the earpiece, allowing it to fall to the floor with a violent clatter.

“Fenris –” starts Anders.

“Go,” Fenris says. He leans over his gun, reloading before he’s ready to move on.

“You selfish piece of shit. You know he’s not going to leave you.”

Fenris rolls his eyes. He slides the weapon back over his shoulder. “He should leave. This isn’t his business anymore. And so should you.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

But a minute later, after Fenris has moved on, making his way through the compound as silently as possible, still certain he’s being observed, he hears the door open and shut behind him again.

“I told you to go,” he says, frustrated.

“Yeah and Hawke would kill me if I left you without backup,” the supe snaps. “Do you even know where you’re going?”

He doesn’t, but these suddenly empty hallways, the crushing silence around them, is obviously a choice. Fenris nods ahead to a solitary door waiting at the end of the hall. “Forward.”

It only takes them a few moments to make it there. “Hawke ran into some trouble,” Anders says, listening to his earpiece. Fenris regrets throwing his to the ground. It was a childish outburst, not fair to Hawke, who has changed his own plan, the safest plan, to help Fenris now. Embarrassing. “But him and Merrill and Isabela will be here in a few minutes.”

Fenris nods. He needs to back off while they wait, find a place to take cover, but he can’t wrest his eyes away from what’s in front of him. He thinks Anders is about to say something else when the door opens. It is not Danarius.

–

Fenris remembers very little of his sister. This is what he remembers: an apartment – small and shitty, his mother – someone who loved him, his sister – someone he loved. He remembers losing them: his mother falling to the floor, Danarius laughing, Fenris – a child and nearly crushed behind rubble, unable to do anything about it, Varania crushed because he had not been able to save her and because when he had opened his eyes, she had been gone. It had been collateral damage, an unfortunate tragedy, and Fenris too young and too traumatized to know what he had seen.

He knew.

He knew Varania, now, for what little he remembered. He knew that red hair. He had learned to braid on it. He had tied it into pigtails on her first day of school. It was longer now, pulled back, a crimson offset to her white button-down and gray slacks. Very professional. Very Vought.

“Varania,” he says. He feels stupid for it, but what else is there to say?

Anders stares at him, taking hardly any time to look shocked before he looks furious. He thinks that Fenris has known who they’ll find here all this time. Of course he jumps to the most damning option.

“Leto,” says Varania. It’s an old name, one on government papers that Fenris hasn’t used in a very long time. She sounds sad. That’s when the world opens up and falls apart, when the floors turn in on themselves and Fenris is sent crashing down to his knees, on his face, smashed against cold tile. She says again, still sad. “You look like I remember.”

Anders raises his gun – the idiot, what is he going to do, shoot her? – but Fenris glares at him and somehow, that makes him hold his fire.

“You were dead,” he says. The fact that she’s a supe barely registers, but it will later. All of this time – did his mother know? She had to have known, she had to have chosen —

“You assumed,” she says. “You assumed a lot, Leto.”

“Danarius –”

“Took me with him,” she says. “They knew I was a supe, and I was more powerful than they expected. They needed me, needed to work with me, our mother didn’t want to give me up, it was complicated, it – it was easier this way, Leto, necessary. It needed to happen.”

Her words feel like a low tide, washing over Fenris with a meaning he cannot bear to begin to unpack. He wants to say: This never needed to happen. He wants to say: Leave this place. He says, “And you gave yourself to these people? After what they had done?”

She’s angry now; it’s the first time he’s really seen it. “You can’t possibly understand,” she says. “Do you think you’ve suffered? Do you think you’re making a difference? I’ve seen the things you’ve done – things you’ve done to good people, people who were just doing their jobs. You don’t understand the first thing about the way the world works. Staying here, where things really happen, that’s the way things change.”

Her breath hitches when she finishes speaking, and though Fenris is still pulling himself from the ground, face bloody, her hands are shaking.

“You think you’re making a difference in Vought?” It’s Anders, and Fenris could punch him for it. “I’ve been where you are, and if you think they think of us as anything besides a product, as disposable –”

“Maybe you,” says Varania. “I’ve read your file.” She looks at Fenris. “I’m surprised you’re working with supes, from everything I’ve heard.”

“Get out of this place,” he says suddenly. “Leave with me. This doesn’t have to be your future. You know what they did to us.” He means it – he really does. There’ll be time to hate her later, but right now she’s alive, after all this time, after so many years of being alone.

She blinks. He thinks for a moment she might agree. “I can’t, Leto.”

“Varania –” he doesn’t even notice stepping forward until another blast of her powers hits him full force, even more powerful than before, sending him and Anders crushing against the wall. Later, he and Hawke will go over old reports of bodies crumpled like flies with a terrible understanding, but now, Fenris hardly has the time to aim his weapon, firing a round directly into her chest.

She staggers, she sways, she lands upright, hand to her chest, but otherwise unaffected. Anders fires at her – missing once, making it the next time, the time after that, missing again – it gives Fenris just enough time to reload before Varania hits him again.

This time, Fenris thinks he may have hit his head badly. His vision is swimming, his eyes already clouded with blood. He knows Varania can hit him harder than this, though. He knows he’d already be dead if that’s what she meant to do.

“Just come quietly,” she pleads. “It won’t be so bad, it really won’t. You know I don’t want to hurt you, Leto.”

It’s a lie. There’s no way this ends without being hurt. “My name is Fenris,” he says before he shoots his sister and gets ready to die.

Varania steps forward, hands shaking but ready to bring them down with terrible finality, when –

In the moment just before Fenris takes cover, he can still make out Varania’s face in the blue light, outlined with confusion. He doesn’t give himself a moment longer than that before hitting the ground – he knows the supe has no ability to control himself, that everything around him is fair game until he comes to.

That his first instinct is to shield himself is what saves him, because his next is the bizarre compulsion to grab Varania, to protect her like he should have when they were children watching the walls fall in.

This episode of Anders’ doesn’t last long, and though Fenris has been hit some from the fallen debris, he is mostly whole when he comes to. Varania, crushed into the floor, is hardly recognizable, though she looks like the other people Fenris have seen be unfortunate enough to be in the same room as Anders when he loses control. He tries to register her presence there, his sister, what’s happened to her, what didn’t happen all those years ago, and fails. The cold, empty fury in his chest is so devastatingly familiar.

A few yards away, Anders has stopped glowing, stopped distributing uncontrolled violence, crouched over hyperventilating like he isn’t a walking war crime, like he shouldn’t be locked away in some government facility where he can’t do this to anybody else. The supe doesn’t say anything, doesn’t look at Fenris, just stares at what happened to Varania, walks to the other side of the room, and vomits.

When he’s done, he walks back to Fenris, still not saying anything, and lays a hand on his shoulder just long enough to heal. Fenris doesn’t realize how badly it's needed until his wounds have been repaired.

For the first time in as long as Fenris has known the supe, he seems to have nothing to say for him. Finally, mercifully, Hawke and Merrill and Isabela kick in the door, looking like they’ve barely managed their own battles. “What was going on in here?” Hawke asks, out of breath. “Varric said he could see – some kind of –” He looks to what happened to Varania, he looks, worried, to Anders.

“Nothing,” says Fenris. “Danarius isn’t here, it was a dead end.”

He doesn’t know how he must look right now, how he must sound. He just hates the way everyone is looking at him right now.

“Are you alright, Fenris?” Merrill tries.

“I’m perfectly fine,” he says. “Let’s get moving.”

#the thing I specifically really liked about this was the healing magic in battle stuff. kind of horrific <3

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cyberbenb · 1 year ago

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Ambush 101: Analyzing how the Ukrainian military sprang a near-perfect ambush

By Ryan McBeth and Tim Mak

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Hi folks. Ryan here.

The story of how I found myself here, analyzing Ukrainian ambush videos (which I will do below), starts with how I once lost the love of my life.

I’m Episcopal, but she was Jewish and she gave me a Star of David to wear before I deployed to Iraq as an infantryman back in 2008. When I got there, I was made part of a quick reaction force.

Ryan McBeth in Iraq, circa 2008/2009.

One day word came down that they needed volunteers to run convoys down Route Irish – the road that led from Baghdad International Airport into the Green Zone.

People often called it “the most dangerous eight miles in the world.”

So, of course, I volunteered.

The relationship with the love of my life was over with one phone call. She told me that I was to take my name off the list, or I would not come home to her. So I shrugged, and hung up, and went off to gather my gear.

I said to myself that I was doing it for those men in the gun trucks.

That I might be able to keep my soldiers alive.

But I lied. I did it for me. I loved gun trucks. I loved the hum of the diesel engine. I loved the thunk an armored door makes when it closes. I loved putting myself in danger and getting out of it alive. I loved it more than I loved her, and I lost her.

Ryan McBeth in Hoensfelds, Germany sometime in the late 90's.

I still wear that Star of David because I get to be reminded of my greatest failure every time I look in the mirror.

I retired from the military in October of 2014 after 20 years and five months doing the job I loved. I wanted to be a tank killer. Yet, after 20 years and five months, I never once fired a missile at an enemy tank.

But I used that time to be the best anti-tank infantryman I could be. I even spent the best three years of my life as an instructor.

I don’t regret not having ever killed a tank. In a way, it’s a kind of a bonus. But having anti-tank knowledge and not being able to use it leaves a chasm. Sort of like an inexperienced medic, waiting for a first casualty to help.

It’s the sort of chasm that led me to volunteer to drive down a road, to see if anyone would try to blow me up.

Ryan McBeth in a range tower at Fort Drum in August, 2012.

When the war in Ukraine kicked off in February of 2022 I knew I was too old, broken and fat to fight, but I could still offer something – everything that was stuck in my brain.

I started a YouTube channel, and originally it was focused on programming. But after the full-scale invasion, I started sharing the technical knowledge of what I had learned in the military. Over the last year, more than 700,000 people signed up to watch my videos.

I found that I could still teach others about anti-tank warfare.

Something could still come out of the greatest failure of my life.

Only one half of one percent of the American public has ever served in the military. And far fewer in anti-tank and heavy weapons specialties. It’s a subject that’s ripe for misinformation, and one where I’ve tried to make a difference.

And that’s why I do what I do.

Because I love it. God help me, I love it so.

After the news, Ryan will go through, step by step, the way Americans teach a military ambush. And: how one video shows Ukrainians executing a near-perfect ambush on passing Russian soldiers.

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Ryan here again: I recently watched a video of a Ukrainian ambush on a Russian truck and I noticed that some elements of their techniques are taught in Army infantry school.

Here is a comparison between how the US Army does it and how it was done in the video.

First, let’s take a look at the video, which shows Chechen volunteers fighting for Ukraine, as they ambush Russian soldiers. The video was provided by GUR, the intelligence arm of the Ukrainian Ministry of Defense:

How to get smart fast on ambushes, an introductory course:

I spent three years as an infantry instructor from 2005 until 2008.

A typical Army squad consists of 9 soldiers and two teams of four soldiers each - Alpha Team and Bravo team. The Squad leader (SL) is in charge of the teams.

Each team typically contains a team leader (TL), an automatic rifleman (AR), a Grenadier (G) and a rifleman (R).

A deliberate ambush starts with the Squad Leader receiving the mission.

Then, the SL will make a tentative plan. This always includes a map reconnaissance to determine the best place to set the ambush as well as any danger areas that need to be crossed or bypassed. The SL will also determine the best places to set up rally points - which are easily identifiable places to fall back to and defend if the squad is ambushed.

The tentative plan is disseminated to the squad and special roles are also assigned: there will be compassmen, in charge of navigation; pacemen, in charge of tracking distance traveled; those in charge of rendering medical aid; a prisoner of war search team; and a demolitions team for destroying any enemy equipment.

The squad then leaves to move toward the objective. Depending on terrain, the squad will either move in a wedge formation to maintain security to all sides.

A sample wedge formation.

Or If the terrain is too thick, they will move in a file, which is not as secure, but easier to control.

A sample file formation.

As the soldiers move, the “point man” or soldier at the front of the squad will navigate and periodically identify the rally points found during the map reconnaissance. The point man may also designate intermediate rally points that he identifies while moving.

If the terrain is thick, the squad will stop all movement, listen for any noise and even try to smell for any signs of the enemy. The sound of an engine can travel several hundred meters. The smell of a burning cigarette can travel a few hundred feet.

Stop. Listen. Smell.

When the squad is roughly 200-400 meters from the objective, the SL will designate the Objective Rally Point (ORP). The squad will stop and set up 360 degree security.

An example ORP.

The SL will then take a TL, and two soldiers as a security element up to the objective for one final leader's recon. Before he leaves, the SL will come up with a five point contingency plan based off the acronym GO-TWA

(G) Where the leader’s recon is going

(O) Others the leader’s recon is taking

(T) Time of the leader's recon return

(W) What to do if the leader’s recon doesn’t come back

(A) Actions to take if the leader’s recon hits enemy contact and actions to take if the ORP hits enemy contact.

The SL leaves one TL behind to maintain control of the ORP and moves toward the objective for his leader’s recon.

A leader recon occurs while a larger team remains behind at the ORP.

SL will designate where he wants to place weapons systems, security elements and notes any areas of deadspace - where direct-fire weapons may not reach. The SL leaves a TL and security element at the objective to maintain observation and security while the SL returns to the squad to disseminate the plan.

SL returns to ORP.

The squad leader links up with the squad, briefs them on the plan, and leads them up to the ambush site. There the SL will emplace each soldier and assign them “sectors of fire” - which are left and right limits of responsibility for each soldier.

Example sectors of fire.

If machine guns, mines such as Claymores, or anti-tank weapons such as AT-4s are available, the SL will usually keep these weapons systems close to him since they are the most casualty producing weapons.

In this case, the SL creates a support element from the two Automatic Riflemen - the most casualty producing weapons of the squad. He also designates an assault team that will move through the objective and directs a security element to watch both approaches on the road.

The squad leader creates two distinct signals – one to initiate fires, the second to assault through the objective.

The signal to initiate fires will always be opening up with the most casualty producing weapon. The signal to assault through the objective will always have a primary and backup method - such as the sound of a whistle or a colored flare.

The security element will warn the squad as the vehicle approaches.

Enemy vehicle approaches the kill zone.

When the truck is in the support element kill zone, the squad leader will instruct the machine guns to open fire, which is the signal for both the assault and support teams to lay down a wall of steel into the enemy vehicle.

When there is no more movement in the kill zone, the SL will direct the support team to cease fire and instruct the assault team to assault through the objective.

The assault team moves through the objective to the far side of the kill zone before the enemy can react and takes up positions on the opposite side of the road or “Limit of Advance” to prepare for a counter attack.

The SL moves the support team up and places them in the most likely direction of counter attack.

The SL then directs his team leaders to gather a “LACE” report. TLs inspect their soldiers for Water (Liquid), remaining Ammunition, Casualties and Equipment.

As the TL gathers the LACE report, they will physically inspect each soldier for injuries, since some soldiers may be injured while crossing the objective and fail to notice due to adrenaline dump of combat.

The SL then directs the Enemy Prisoner of War (EPW) teams to search the objective for anything of intelligence value. The EPW teams work in pairs searching bodies for intelligence methodically.

Anything of intelligence value is retrieved such as documents, maps, and even patches, and the bodies are marked as searched - usually by pulling the shirt of the dead enemy body over the head.

The SL will direct the teams to fall back to the near side of the kill zone. The squad will re-form. One final accountability check of personnel and equipment is performed, and the squad returns to its original release point, preferably by a different route.

Reviewing the Ukrainian ambush on Russian Soldiers:

In this particular video from Ukraine, the volume of fire during the initial ambush was superb (is superb the right word? Obviously someone died, etc). The soldiers kept firing despite the vehicle having been stopped.

There should be nothing left alive in the kill zone when you assault through.

The team assaults and continues to fire at the vehicle.

Note the security element on the road. The unit searches the vehicle:

The unit then leaves the area moving down the road in the direction the Russian truck was traveling. The truck can be seen in the background.

This was a perfectly executed ambush, although the road movement at the end seemed questionable. Note that sometimes if it is faster to leave the area by road, such a movement may be permissible.

This unit doesn’t seem to have been trained by western trainers due to the risky road movement (if I was grading, I would have docked them points!), but getting the mission done and returning with all of your soldiers is the ultimate right way to do something.

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We usually have a Dog of War or a Cat o’ Conflict here, but Ryan tells me that he doesn’t have a dog or a cat. “I barely have a plant,” he quips. But he does have a close friend he wanted to share.

“My best friend, Basil,” he told me in a message, attaching a photo.

I expected to see some greens.

I saw this instead when it downloaded.

At the last minute, I found two Dogs of Peace, sisters Juno (top) and Virginia (bottom). Virginia is our colleague William Glover Weiss’ dog, who he’s been very happy to reunite with during a break stateside.

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teamhook · 2 years ago

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Un-Kissable :|: Never Been Kissed CS AU

I know I haven’t posted the re-release of Un-Kissable. I’m sorry. I am! I just didn’t want to bombard you guys with it.

I thank @ilovemesomekillianjones for being my beta for the first chapters and then the lovely@ultraluckycatnd took over. Both lovely human beings!

Art by @herhookedhero

If you still need to catch up...

Ch 4

Ch 5

Ch 6

New Chapter!!

Chapter 7

Liam Jones was known for his overprotectiveness when it came to his little brother, Killian. Liam's boss, Dakkar Nemo, encouraged his employees' awareness of the value of family. Nemo had adopted a troubled young man named Rufio and helped him turn his life around, and now the young man worked part-time for him while attending night school. Like Killian, Nemo had encouraged Liam to go to night school, but the stubbornness of the older Jones brother was not an understatement. Nemo watched as Liam's aggression was taken out on the job at hand. It was obvious something was upsetting him.

"Liam," Nemo called out.

"What?! I'm busy!" Liam snapped back.

Nemo stood quietly and said, "Alright, everyone out, except for Liam."

Liam flinched; it had been an accident. He was just engrossed with his task and the worry for his brother was making him lose his temper faster than usual.

Everyone stepped out without a whisper.

"Alright, what is bothering you so much?" Nemo asked.

"I'm worried about Killian."

"I was under the impression that Killian was a successful adult from how much you talk about him. Is he in trouble?" the older man asked, concerned.

Liam smiled; he was happy to work at Nautilus Shipyard. They were all family, so he felt comfortable sharing his concerns with his boss. "I think so, but he is too stubborn."

Nemo laughed. "I'm familiar with the family trait. Why do you think he is in trouble?"

"Killian was beaten up and he just let it happen. He didn't even try fighting back. He is too afraid to botch up his first assignment."

"He is a smart young man, Liam. I think your brother needs you to trust him. If he thinks he can do this job, you should let him prove it."

Liam sighed. "He needs me and I can't fail him again."

"You have been a good brother to him. I think he might argue you have always acted as a second father to him. He needs to do this on his own."

"Nemo, if it was Rufio, would you back down?"

Nemo considered the young man's words. He was right, getting Rufio out of the troubled past he had experienced during his foster years had been a challenge.

"Liam, what do you need from me?"

Liam smiled. "I just need a leave of absence. I think I can work on weekends if you need me. I haven't figured out everything yet, but I need to find a way to keep an eye on him."

"Of course. Would you like to speak to Rufio? Maybe he can give you an idea of what to do?" Nemo asked with a kind smile.

"Aye, I'd like that. Nemo, I'm sorry about snapping at you before. I hope he has some ideas because I'm drawing a blank." Liam sighed.

Nemo called everyone else back inside to the work area. Liam and Rufio walked to Nemo’s office to talk in private.

Once alone, they sat down.

"Nemo thought that you might be able to help. I want to help my brother. Killian got beat up while under cover for his newspaper. I just need to find a way to keep him safe," Liam said, frustrated.

Rufio listened to Liam rant about what had happened, but the moment Liam had suggested about following in his brother's footsteps and attempting to pass as a student, Rufio could not stop himself and had laughed so hard it had taken Liam a lot to not get insulted by the kid's cackling.

"Alright, then what do you suggest?" Liam asked, annoyed as Rufio's laughter subsided.

"I think he needs to find a way to fit in." Rufio paused. "Maybe a makeover of sorts. If they think he will tell on them, that might open your brother to more attacks, but if he keeps quiet for a different reason... like because he has been in trouble before and now has to stay clean… We need to give your brother a dark side. Reputation is everything. I still talk to some high school kids I knew from foster care. We can spread some rumors about Killian and once they hit the right person, it will fall into place," Rufio said.

Liam nodded. “I have an old leather jacket that might do the trick.” He thought about his brother’s appearance from the last time he saw him.

“Oh, Liam, can you find out what high school he is going to?” Rufio asked.

“What does that matter?” Liam asked.

“In my experience, it matters what kind of bullies we are dealing with. Are these kids just acting up because their parents don’t pay attention or do they like getting in trouble for the fun of it?” Rufio said matter of factly.

“I will find out. Thanks man,” Liam said with what passed as a relieved smile.

The duo ended the conversation with an exchange of phone numbers to continue later before they both went back to their original tasks.

After work, Liam went over to Killian's to check up on him and find out about the school name as Rufio had asked.

The door opened wide and he noticed Shadow looking up to him.

"Hey there, Shadow. Are you serving as a doorman for my little brother?"

"I'm right here you git." Killian picked up the cat from the floor and whispered. "Time for your sustenance."

Liam sidestepped his brother, rattling some treats inside his coat pocket, catching the attention of the feline whose ears perk up. "Don't be mad because Shadow likes me best!"

Killian rolled his eyes. "He can smell you a mile away."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, little brother."

"Younger brother. Liam, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?"

"I'm just here visiting. Oh, I brought you this old thing. I think it's still cool and you finally have grown into it. Leather never goes out of style brother."

Killian, still holding Shadow, walked towards his kitchen, Liam following close behind. Shadow meowed in his arms, annoyed he was still waiting for his food. "I know, you're hungry."

Shadow purred his agreement.

Once fed, Shadow went to his favorite spot.

Killian stared at his reflection as he tried the old jacket on. "So why are you giving me your favorite jacket?"

"I was thinking about what you said. I know you want to prove yourself. So I have been wondering how I can help and I thought this could help you fit in and if you indulge me in answering a few questions for me."

"Questions?"

"Okay, don't get mad, but I mentioned what happened to Rufio and he knows the lads you are dealing with. Knowing your enemies can prove helpful."

"Alright, let me make sure I understand. You want me to wear this like a disguise?"

"It can make you feel freer to do things that you normally wouldn't do."

Killlian stared at Liam as he talked. The words he spoke were so similar to how Miss Swan had described As You Like It when they had discussed it. Maybe it could work.

Liam called Rufio and as soon as the other picked up, he said "Hey, he is going to Storybrooke High."

Rufio tsked. "Oh, so he is dealing with the Lost Boys. It's a group of foster kids that cause trouble and I know them personally. Don't tell Nemo, but I still talk once in a while with Devin and Slightly. They don't go to Storybrooke, but they hang out at Skull Rock with the others. I have an idea how to help out.

Killian had been stressed out for days after his meeting with Sydney. He was distant in class. His appearance grew roguish by the day. It was such a change from his first day of class. The glasses were gone and the beard was transforming him without any effort.

Emma kept an eye on him out of concern she told herself, but there was something about him that pulled her attention to him. She had also noticed it was not just her attention the change was attracting. The girls were paying more attention to him.

Killian and Henry would still work together on their assignments, both oblivious to the attention the new kid was getting.

During lunch, Killian had taken to observing the "cool kids" table. Henry sat next to him to see what he was looking at and said, "You know they'll never accept you."

Killian turned to his young friend and replied, "I know, but I have to try."

Henry looked at Killian confused. "I don't understand. I'm your friend and they beat you up, but you still want to try?" Henry stood up, angry and feeling betrayed by his one friend to move to a different table.

Killian sighed but he had to try in order to keep his job. He approached Peter's table.

Peter and Felix looked at him as he walked towards them.

Felix stood up ready to fight.

Peter stayed still on the chair and gave his command to his soldier. "Wait. Are you dumb!? We can't do anything here with everyone watching. Let's just hear what he has to say-- for now."

Killian nodded his head at Peter and side-eyed Felix. "I don't want any trouble mate, I haven't said anything to anyone about who beat me up. I have kept my mouth shut," Killian said as he clenched his fist.

Peter smirked. "You should know what will happen if you open your mouth."

"I'm guessing another beating? Look mate, a word of advice? You are getting older and you will soon be suffering the consequences of your actions. How about we come to an agreement? I keep my mouth shut and you leave Henry and myself alone."

Peter laughed. "How about the first chance we get, we beat you and your friend to a pulp?"

Killian laughed. "You do know that everyone knows it was you two, right? If you think beating us up will not make it clear to everyone, including the teachers, then it will not matter if we say we didn't see a thing because you will still end up in juvie."

Peter's face morphed into a sneer. "Are you threatening us?"

"No, I'm trying to make things civil for us. I know your friends Mike and Johnny need to pass Miss Swan's class to be able to play football. How about we help them in exchange for leaving us alone and an occasional invite to Skull Rock?" Killian said with a raised brow.

Peter's eyes turned to Felix. The Darling Brothers were having a hard time keeping up their grades. Normally Peter wouldn't care, but Fiona enjoyed going to the games and Felix was smitten with Wendy. The siblings and Fiona were finally getting their food, smiling as they crossed the cafeteria to reach their table.

"I will think about it. You can go for now," Peter commanded.

High school still offered the same high importance to formal events it did when Killian was in school before. Which meant the prom and all the frivolities of being voted king and queen still applied. No one was exempt and that included Peter, courtesy of his beloved Fiona. Killian had noticed a small wedge appear between them the moment the fair to raise funds for the dance was announced. She wanted the crown and now he did too after the few arguments he lost. Prom was still at the bottom of Killian's priorities, but for the purpose of saving his job he would endure the festivities. The fair was the upcoming Saturday and he would attend.

The Darlings, Fiona, Felix, and Peter would be helping at the fair. In reality, Fiona was the one with the real power. Peter and Felix were the muscle while the Darlings were just caught in a toxic friendship.

Killian had noticed the friendly smiles Wendy would offer Henry and the shy ones he would return. That was a sure way to end up on the wrong side of Peter and Felix.

Miss Swan still asked about his attack and he hated lying to her, but he could not rat out Peter and Felix. It wasn’t just about him, Henry’s safety was at stake. Even if the lad was still upset with him. He hadn’t talked to him since the day prior at the cafeteria.

At the end of the day Killian shot a quick glance at his friend who was in deep discussion with Miss Swan. He hoped things would get back to normal. The lad was a smart kid that he thought of as a little brother. He exited the school and was about to enter his car when a van stopped next to him.

“Jones, Sydney sent me to set up surveillance. Get in, we don’t want to attract any attention,” the hooded man said.

“Robin, maybe it would look less suspicious if you weren’t driving a van that screams of stranger danger,” Killian sassed back but with a quick look around, got inside the van.

The van turned on and they drove off. Once far enough away, Robin pulled over and parked, shutting off the van. “I’m here to set up surveillance. So what do you want, the heart-shaped swan wings or the pirate skull?”

Killian’s eyes rolled. “Aye, mate, give me the swan wings shaped like a heart so the heathens in there can have a field day. The pirate skull, please. Where do you even find these?”

“I work with what they give me.” Robin worked on his laptop, ensuring the link to the hidden camera in the pin was working. “Okay, testing Killian Jones, Glass Mirror.”

“I think you are wasting your time, mate”

"Jones, stop being difficult!"

"Sidney?"

"No, it's the magic mirror on the wall. Killian I'm sorry, but the ideas you have provided haven't been too promising. You're in over your head. So this is what we are going to do. I will review the tapes, and I will find your story." With that the boss ended the transmission.

"All right," Killian sighed, deflated.

"Here's the battery and the transmitter. Plug it in. I'm sorry man. Good luck." Robin smiled encouragingly. "I'll be watching you."

"Very funny!" Killian muttered.

"I'm plenty funny, mate!"

Robin turned the van back on and returned Killian to the high school.

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lilacmooon · 3 years ago

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continuation of this post for angstpril 2022.

not kyalin but i recently discovered Tokka and uh, I'm in my feels about it a bit ngl.

I always pair music with whatever I write so have this: Paint - The Paper Kites

Angstpril 2022 - Day 5: "I never stopped"

The city was quiet that night, heavy summer mist pressing in against her skin. She could smell the threatening storm that must be pushing in from the sea. The thunder rumbled low and mournful out over the bay and Toph sighed, letting the sound vibrate in the air around her as she lingered at the entrance to her building. Tiny feet hit the floor near the couch the second she pushed open the door to the apartment. Suyin waited patiently as her mother bent off her armor and set down her things before she came to join her.

“Everything okay?” Toph asked her, slumping down into the couch.

Su made sure her mom was settled before she crawled closer, curling into her and pulling her blankets up to cover them both. Weariness settled, sudden and substantial, into her shoulders, her temples, her heart, but she pulled Su into her closer anyway.

“I was waiting for you.” Suyin explained, her voice tired.

Toph felt her body shake with a silent yawn. Guilt prickled in her fingertips at being absent for so long. But she knew that the girls could take care of themselves. Suyin was just a year younger than Toph herself was when she had left to travel the world, after all. Her daughters were capable people. And they knew where to find her or who to call if they needed anything.

“Where is Lin?” Toph asked, wondering why Suyin hadn’t just gone to find her older sister instead of waiting around for her to come home.

“I didn’t want to wake her.” Suyin answered softly. “She hasn’t been sleeping. Kya must have gotten her to rest somehow.”

“Kya’s here?”

Su only nodded. Toph threaded her fingers through her daughter’s thick hair as she thought. Beyond the small, strong heartbeat of Su, laying so close, she could sense two others, faintly. Kya and Lin, then. Spirits, those two. Toph shook her head slowly. Lin, she was too much like her mother. So much that it tended to worry Toph like nothing else did when it came to her daughter. Lin is strong like her. Capable like her. Sharp like her. But Toph worries, often, that Lin might make many of the same mistakes as her as well.

When the key turns in their lock, little Suyin is fast asleep, and so she doesn’t stir.

“It’s just me.” Suki said. She shut the door quietly behind her when she noticed the sleeping child.

“I felt you coming.” Toph told her, nodding to her bare feet on the floor.

“Slate.” Suki noted. “I forgot. I haven’t been here in a while, I suppose.”

“Yet you still have the key.” Toph pointed out.

Suki settles down in the chair next to the couch with an almost imperceptible sigh. Toph imagines she can feel the same weariness that permeates her own bones rolling off of Suki into the stone floor and the air between them.

“Silly to get rid of it.” Suki shrugged. “Just cause the girls are older now and you haven’t needed me to come watch them doesn’t mean you or they won’t need me again eventually.”

“Good thing I gave one to the both of you then.” Toph decides, her voice heavy.

She thinks of the day she first gave Sokka and Suki those keys. When she had needed someone to help out with Lin after she got called into the station unexpectedly. It was hard to remember, honestly. Over fifteen years ago now. There had been countless similar instances since then too. Except, now, Sokka would never again use his key to walk through her door. Because he was dead. Killed. And Toph couldn’t find who the fuck was responsible for taking her best friend from her. Toph and Suki, they were at their limits. Since it had happened, they had thrown themselves into avenging him. Not once believing that they might have to contend with the idea that…they might never get to.

“What are you doing here?” Toph asked quietly, half hoping there was some sort of news — despite having left her just an hour or so before.

“I didn’t want to be alone.” Suki whispered after a while.

“You’ve lived alone for years now. Shouldn’t you be used to it?” Toph asked her.

It was only meant to point out the obvious but the way it sounded seemed slightly harsh. Good thing Suki was also used to her bullshit. Toph began to run her fingers through Su’s hair again and down her small back. Partially to soothe her daughter as she slept and partially to soothe herself if she was being honest. Suki huffed quietly, looking at Suyin where she lay curled into her mother’s lap and the couch.

“You know what I mean.” Suki said.

“Yeah, you want to be with someone who is feeling just as shitty as you are. I get that.” Toph answered.

“She looks so much like him.” Suki whispered after the few blessed moments of somewhat comfortable silence.

Toph forced herself not to flinch but instead clenched her fingers into the blanket around Suyin’s shoulders. Then she sighed deeply and relaxed her shoulders, too exhausted to keep herself hardened anymore right now. Her fingers found Su’s soft hair once more and she focused on untangling the ends of it gently before speaking again.

“It feels just like his did, too.” Toph whispered back, afraid that if she uttered it any louder, her voice might betray her.

“When did you—?”

“Never while you two were—”

“I would never think that.” Suki sighed, her voice almost firm. Sokka and Suki had been separated for ages now. But of course, they had remained close.Just as they all had. It was hard not to with the deep, familial bonds they had all formed during the war. “I just mean that…I remember. It was so obvious, especially when we were kids, how much you cared for him. I guess I was just wondering when you started to feel something…more?”

“I never stopped.” Toph said simply, easily, despite the tangling in her chest.

“Hm?” Suki asked, not quite understanding her answer.

“I never stopped loving him. I never stopped caring for him. It wasn’t something I felt one day and then didn’t the next. It was the most constant, steady thing in my life for as long as I can remember. Constant. Just like he was. So, yeah. There wasn’t just a moment when I decided I wanted him. I fell in love with him. And then I never stopped.”

Toph and Suki were quiet then for a while, the only sounds were the soft patter of the rain against the windows and Suyin’s light snores.

“It’s just…” Toph sighed, resting her head on the back of the couch. “Being with him. With anyone. It wasn’t something I was ever going to let myself have.”

“You’re still alive, Toph.” Suki argued gently. “You still have time to have something like that. You deserve to have something like that.”

Toph only shrugged. So Suki dropped it.

“Did he know?” Suki asked instead.

“I think so.” Toph sighed again, every word feeling hard to get out. But also necessary somehow. The spirits knew how they had gotten here. Suki had always just been too easy to talk to, she supposed. Just like Katara. It could be infuriating. But in moments like this, when she was exhausted and broken and just needed someone, she tended to be weak for it. “It was only ever him. For a little while now. I think he knew I loved him. I hope I told him. What matters is…he knew that she was his.”

Suki hummed in soft agreement as she watched Toph with her daughter.

“Though, we never really told anyone else.” Toph pointed out bluntly.

“It’s pretty clear.” Suki admitted and Toph arched an eyebrow at her humorous tone.

“You know, he was so present when he found out? It annoyed the crap out of me initially.”

“I bet.” Suki makes a sound that’s almost like a laugh but quieter and painted with such sadness.

“It didn’t change much between us. Didn’t change…whatever we were doing. But, he loved her instantly.” Toph let the smallest of smiles cross her face as she remembered. Then she rolled her eyes, also recalling his silliness. “When she was in me, he called her his little seedling.”

“Seedling?” Suki chuckled quietly.

“Yes. Then after she was born: Little Flower.” Toph grew quiet, brushing her fingers through Suyin’s hair once more. “Because that’s what happens when water meets earth, he said. It blooms.”

They didn’t talk for a while then but Toph sensed there was still much on Suki’s mind, same as her. Maybe it was enough just to sit there, together, though. At least for now.

“Do you regret it?” Suki asked her finally.

“I can’t. It gave me Su.” Toph answered honestly.

“No, I mean…not letting what you and Sokka had grow into more.”

“Sometimes.” Toph told her quietly, after she had thought about it for a moment. A tear slid down her cheek, startling her, and she swiped at it quickly. “But, what we had was pretty amazing too. Just as it was.”

Toph felt warm fingers close around her hand where it was clenched into the fabric of the couch. Suki kneeled on the ground beside her, placing a hand on her friend’s back for comfort.

“I miss him, Suki.” Toph whispered, her voice hoarse. Suki enveloped her into a tight hug then, pulling her close.

“I know, sweetie.” Suki breathed out. “I miss him, too.”

#angstpril2022 #tokka #toph beifong #sokka #atla #tlok #kyalin #if you squint #lin beifong #kya ll

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levisgirll · 4 years ago

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𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐰/𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

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This is a special collab post brought to you by ‘cookiefics’ and ‘levisgirll’ and we decided to work together and write up a post which is y/n pranking their aot boyfriends!

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Synopsis: Y/N decided to prank the boys in attack on titan by saying they don’t want to ‘sleep with them tonight’. Some will get annoyed, sad, might tease you back or try to get your attention! And to make it up, Y/N ends the prank by saying the 3 words they long wanted to hear! So pick or check out which character you like the most and enjoy <3 We promise this will be good that is filled with love, fluff, entertainment and a little bit angst.

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Levi:

‘Okay I’m gonna do it! No more backing away.’ Y/N thought as they took a deep breath while turning the door knob to enter the bedroom. They are gonna do the prank on Levi tonight.

Y/N entered the bedroom, and the first sight they see is Levi, their boyfriend, sitting on the chair while his legs were crossed and sipping his tea.

He would always wait for his partner before going to bed, he never once went to bed without first Y/N going to bed. He was that loyal and such a gentleman, and also because he is deeply in love with you.

He can’t even relax or lay on bed if you are not by his side! You are his everything, and he will not and never have a goodnight rest without you being by his side because you matter to him a lot.

Oh how you feel bad doing this prank on Levi, your great boyfriend...but you had to, you wanted to see how he would react!

“Love...I was waiting for you.” He sounded so glad, and happy once you entered inside. But, he realized you were a bit late and the next thing shocked him.

You just walked past him with a stolid manner, and did not even reply to him as you went straight to the bathroom. You took your toothbrush and started to brush your teeth.

Levi picked that up QUICKLY and would try to figure out what is wrong with Y/N, while still sipping his tea but now he has uncrossed his leg (cause this sudden act from his partner made him worry). Watching Y/N, observing them in his own sherlock style.

“Hey...Something wrong?” Levi would say as he laid his shoulder against the bathroom door which was open.

When you finished brushing your teeth, you were washing your hands and coldly said “No.”

He lowkey starts to get nervous and then he would probably start to think he is the problem why his lover is acting like this. He will think and be like ‘The hell? They don't love me? What am I to them….?’. He clearly starts to doubt himself and overthink. You gave him no sort of clue what was going on!

When you left the bathroom and went into the bedroom, you started to change into your nightwear, still giving Levi your back.

Levi is quick and smart to catch on things, especially if the vibe is not the same. ‘Fuck did I actually mess this up’ He tries to initiate the conversation by asking you “Hey Love, did you drink the tea I made for you?”

“Hm, Oh yea.” Y/N said, still with her stolid manner and then proceeded to brush their hair. ‘What?!...Something is definitely wrong, this is the second time I'm saying love to them and they haven't once said love back.’ Now he is getting concerned and he started to come closer towards you, he is conflicted also to hug you or not. (you noticed that and that broke your heart-)

“Y/N, Something is wrong...was the tea bad!?” Levi said out loud in his unease tone.

He turned around and went to his drawer to get the tea box to check if there was anything that was mentioned that could be bad.

He was ready to sue this tea company, ‘I want to end this company’s whole career...how dare they.’

“No Levi….it was not the tea.” You said all worried, ‘What tea is he even talking about?! And why does he look ready to murder someone’ You thought as you looked at him, but also trying to hold your laughter.

He gave out a sigh, relieved it was not the case. Now, he can sleep with you right? He went to change into his sleeping outfit and he was all thrilled to hold his Y/N and sleep with them. It was indeed his favorite time of the day.

But...Y/N wasn't moving towards the bed? And they begin to say “Hey Um...I wanna sleep alone tonight. So, could you leave?”

Levi had a sinking feeling in his stomach, his eyes widened ‘What..?’

He turned around to look at you all confused and...hurt by what you said. “No.” He said after 3 minutes of silence, he was trying to process what the hell was even going on. (poor man-)

“No? Okay, I’ll leave and go sleep in the other guest room we have.” But, before you could even go near the door to leave.

Levi would block the door by standing in front of it, not allowing his lover to leave. “If..” He started to look at you and raised his eyebrows, being all serious. Then, he said in a serious tone. “You go there, I swear to you I will kick the door down and break it.”

You had to hold back your laughter, and tried to control yourself because you know for a fact your man will do that and it would be a lie if he is not clingy. Cause, he is.

“Why! Tell me.” He looked at your eyes, searching for any sign of answer on your facial expression. One hand cupping your side cheek and the other hand rested on your shoulder as he gently stroked it.

“If it is about the tea, I will try my best to drink those damn bubble teas, frappuccino or whatever they are that you like so much with you!” He gave you a look, that was determined and he was ready to go out and get one even if it was midnight just to prove it to you.

He is actually kind of shocked and he would stand there waiting for your response. But inside, he is sad and hurt about this all cause he is blaming himself this is happening because of him!

“L-Love!! It's a joke, a prank okay?” You couldn't hold yourself and you finally said it was a joke, you just missed not saying love to your boyfriend and you wanted to hug him again and express your love towards him cause you know he was hurt!

Levi would get irritated and annoyed, and let you go. He heads towards the bed. After, he would say. “Again, with your fucking pranks hm? No one is laughing here.” He is clearly pissed at how he fell for this but also, lowkey glad it was not none of the things he was thinking about.

Y/N surprises their boyfriend and would finally say it to make it up for Levi. “Hey...Um” Y/N stood there, all shy while looking down and holding their arms. Levi turned around to look at them, “What? Again another prank? Because that won't wor-”. You ran towards him and brought your arms around his neck while hugging him tightly “Ugh No, I love you!” While you said that, you kept your face on his shoulder and he felt your face burning up.

After you finally say those three words, he goes all soft and starts to even get butterflies. It was the first time he heard you say that out loud, because he knew you are usually shy.

He would think about it again the whole night and that makes him forget you even pranked him.

He hugs you even tighter tonight and kisses their neck quite a lot, he was showing you some of his rare affection and love.

Levi would later say “so you still like sleeping with me...hm? You didn’t say anything about that.”

He wants to make sure his s/o loves and cherishes him, and also he started to show more love tonight to you.

Jean:

To start the prank with Jean, you decided to give him the silent treatment, and that upsets him to unknown levels for you. He was a really soft boy and small things like this really overwhelmed him!

“Babe...Do you want something?” Jean tried, he really did. To get any sort of reaction from you, he softly rubbed both of your shoulders as he was behind you. He was about to kiss your neck when you said. “Jean...I want to sleep alone tonight, maybe you should go and sleep on the couch because-” You were about to continue when he made you turn around quickly and held both of your arms.

“First of all, who is Jean? I don’t know any Jean! I’m babe for you, remember?” He was highly strung, and tried to pretend he did not hear you say his first name. This guy would always crave and was eager to hear you call him by his pet name. It really boosted his ego up and he loved it the way you always say it. He was deeply in love with his Y/N.

You couldn't bring yourself to laugh yet, because it was kind of cute to see Jean like this and it made you want to tease him even more! “Okay but I wanna sleep alone tonight, Jean.”

‘Wait, wait, Wait! My girl is upset! Shit, what the heck did I do? STUPID JEAN’ He would think while putting his hand on his forehead, trying to think while having an existential crisis on the couch in their huge bedroom. Then he jolted up and said, “Maybe...is it because I ate the ice cream that you left for yourself??!”

‘Um, what the fuck is with this man? And what ice cream is he even talking about!’ Y/N would think as they had a confused look. They couldn't even focus on the prank anymore and were wondering which ice cream it was.

You then turned around, grabbed a pillow and was about to leave the room but Jean was hugging and holding your waist from behind, not letting them leave and he would yell out saying. “No! I won’t let you leave babe! Will you forgive me if I buy more ice cream RIGHT NOW?” Your man was more than ready to go out with his pajamas and his slippers to get you all the ice creams from the nearest corner shop.

He really was willing to do and try literally anything to get you not upset with him and sleep with him tonight, he can’t go on the night without you!

Since Jean is really upset about this prank, y/n had to make it up for him and break off the prank.

“Calm down! It’s a prank babe.” You said giggling, and rubbing his biceps (he really likes that).

He let out such a long sigh and was relieved to hear that, like this guy kept thanking the world it wasn’t because of the ice cream. “Damn it, you scared me there!! Babe, please you will end up giving me a heart attack with these pranks.” He said with such a calm tone and hugged you.

“But you know...I can’t sleep without you.” Y/n said in a soft tone and went near Jean as they put their head against his chest. “You know I love you anyways...”

There was silence, he pushed your shoulders to look at your face that was red right now. “Wait...did I hear that right.” Jean just stood there, and was taken aback by what you just said. You were a blushing mess right now, and looked away. “Nothing Babe!! Let’s go to sleep now, okay?”. You tried to hurry back to your shared bed but he held onto you from behind again.

“Say it again...you made me suffer now with your stupid prank, so you’re going to repeat it! I heard it!” He was holding you so tightly and Jean was not going to let you go until you say it again.

Y/N gets all red and shy, while Jean is just too excited and takes this to his advantage. When you said it again after he was persuading you, he grabbed your hips and picked you up and you both were on your shared bed and he kept tickling you. Love and laughter filled the room and that melted Jean. He loved seeing you laugh, smile and being happy, it meant the world to him.

He showed you and gave you so much love that night you both did not sleep that evening.

We hope you ALL enjoy and love it <3 and if you do please leave a like, reblog or you could let us know what you think about it in the comments or asks🥺💕

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420pogpills · 4 years ago

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masterpost of random epic dnf moments

i find so much comfort in these posts that just contain links to loads and loads of epic clips so i wanted to make one of my favourite george&dream moments :’)... this took me several days okay.

in no particular order whatsoever

(♥♥♥) “so...dream.” “what?” “um, hello.” “hi”

(♡♡♡) “george!” “yeah?” “HEY 😁”

(♥♥♥) “that is actually george’s fish” “oh what? i will keep it safe” (bonus: giving fish back)

(♡♡♡) “you two and your inside jokes, you guys are such good friends”

(♥♥♥) “i saw an interesting donation on your stream”

(♡♡♡) “trust me. george - i’m handling it.”

(♥♥♥) “i’m not gonna be hurt if dream is next to me”

(♡♡♡) “you’re making me laugh it’s not even fair!”

(♥♥♥) “i shot you once” “no you shot me multiple times”

(♡♡♡) “oh that’s so hot”

(♥♥♥) “what you gonna do, fight me?”

(♡♡♡) “dream has my number because dream needs me sometimes”

(♥♥♥) “stop you’re hurting me” “i’m hurting you?”

(♡♡♡) “i’m very similar to george so i probably won't like it”

(♥♥♥) “i said i’m in the hot tub right now, he said ‘prove it’”

(♡♡♡) “dream stop killing me!”

(♥♥♥) “i’ve always wanted to explore my sexuality”

(♡♡♡) “this is what happens when you fall down my trap”

(♥♥♥) “i’m so used to having your attention 24/7″

(♡♡♡) “why are you so mean dream?”

(♥♥♥) “you know who reminds me of nemo? george”

(♡♡♡) “first thing’s first-” “i’m the realest”

(♥♥♥) “come hide with me”

(♡♡♡) “he looks so handsome, look at him, look at george”

(♥♥♥) “oh george” “oh dream”

(♡♡♡) “you love me?” “yes, i do”

(♥♥♥) “be careful george”

(♡♡♡) “you’re laughing at every different word i say”

(♥♥♥) “can i have the sword dream?” “say that you love me”

(♡♡♡) “just hug me george”

(♥♥♥) “i’m the mememan, my milk is delicious”

(♡♡♡) “george i’m gonna blow up - come with me”

(♥♥♥) “you couldn’t see what dream was doing”

(♡♡♡) “george is easily a top 10 mcc player”

(♥♥♥) “what would you say my weakness is?” “me”

(♡♡♡) “we were getting this computer repair guy - oh my god”

(♥♥♥) “every time you get near me you just get all red”

(♡♡♡) “you would follow me down here”

(♥♥♥) “dream is a simp for me” “yeah”

(♡♡♡) “nice dream!”

(♥♥♥) “smile - you see him everyday”

(♡♡♡) “you deserve punishment george”

(♥♥♥) “what are you doing george?” “i’m on twitter”

(♡♡♡) “george george george you look amazing george”

(♥♥♥) “you don’t have to follow me everywhere”

(♡♡♡) “get away from dream!”

(♥♥♥) “we’re in the stars”

(♡♡♡) thirdwheelboyhalo

(♥♥♥) “dream is so delightful”

(♡♡♡) “DREAM LET’S GO!”

(♥♥♥) “follow me, i’ll follow you actually - just take me”

(♡♡♡) “dream...” “i had to george, i had to”

(♥♥♥) “i trust my dream”

(♡♡♡) “you don’t brag about your looks”

(♥♥♥) “george just tell me you love me”

(♡♡♡) “someone said ‘dream do you think george is cute’?”

(♥♥♥) “kiss george” “that’s a pretty good forfeit”

(♡♡♡) “a plane ticket to dream’s house”

(♥♥♥) “okay that was pretty pog”

(♡♡♡) “i’ve been too focused on george”

(♥♥♥) little compilation

(♡♡♡) “why’d you say it like that?”

(♥♥♥) “dream’s trying to kill me, he’s killing me!”

(♡♡♡) “if you won, what would be your first date with george?”

(♥♥♥) “we do everything together”

(♡♡♡) “answer my question!”

(♥♥♥) “oh. yeah. but george too.”

(♡♡♡) “if you win, you have to kiss dream!”

(♥♥♥) “dream... i’m messing up” “oh are you still streaming?”

(♡♡♡) “be careful”

(♥♥♥) suspicious dancing

(♡♡♡) “don’t be greedy george”

(♥♥♥) just... this whole edit

(♡♡♡) “george is mine, go away”

(♥♥♥) “dreeeaaaaam i know you wanna help”

(♡♡♡) “george you’re a genius, george kiss me!”

(♥♥♥) “he was wearing like an oversized dream smile hoodie”

(♡♡♡) george compilation 10/10

(♥♥♥) “i don’t wanna hear you laugh”

(♡♡♡) “whenever dream tries to get a new speed run record he just disappears for a month”

(♥♥♥) laughing face to face

(♡♡♡) “can i have some stuff?”

(♥♥♥) “geoorrgeeee”

(♡♡♡) “he lives in your head actually rent free”

(♥♥♥) “you know quite often we just know what we’re talking about?”

(♡♡♡) “now it backfired because george knows me”

(♥♥♥) “he’s small it’s different”

(♡♡♡) “COME HERE GEORGE!”

(♥♥♥) “you can be my valentine if you want george”

(♡♡♡) “no mom no he broke up with me” (bonus: “george denied me”)

(♥♥♥) “just explain your reasoning for denying me” “you didn't mean it”

(♡♡♡) “goodnight george, goodnight gogy”

(♥♥♥) “dream just saved something from snapchat!”

(♡♡♡) “i’m breaking you out!”

(♥♥♥) “you’ll get punished george"

(♡♡♡) “guys this is like the cutest photo of george ever”

(♥♥♥) “guys i’m opening a new business” “selling george pictures?”

(♡♡♡) “don’t attack the wolf dream i’m not there to save you”

(♥♥♥) “you were like ‘you have to praise me now for 5 minutes’”

(♡♡♡) “why don’t you think i’m here?”

(♥♥♥) “we were playing geoguessr the other day”

(♡♡♡) “i am wheezing and dying and george is dying with me”

(♥♥♥) “you used to get mad at me for placing blocks beneath myself”

(♡♡♡) “you have to clip that” “no”

(♥♥♥) “c’mere”

(♡♡♡) “i almost died, water me!”

(♥♥♥) “me and george”

(♡♡♡) “i wouldn’t want to do it unless he’s here”

(♥♥♥) “me and george were literally holding hands in the hallway”

(♡♡♡) “you should get negative points if you’re an idiot”

(♥♥♥) “kiss”

(♡♡♡) “i thought you might want to confess something”

(♥♥♥) “we’ve been talking to each other for 10 hours?”

(♡♡♡) “i’m not here to disappoint you or anything”

(♥♥♥) “mimic my yawn, that means you love me you know that right?”

(♡♡♡) “i’m not helping you this round” “i need you”

(♥♥♥) “we’re literally on a boat”

(♡♡♡) “you’re so ridiculous”

(♥♥♥) “i fell asleep in a call with george”

(♡♡♡) “wow george you’re great”

(♥♥♥) “dream just went 👉🏻👉🏻”

(♡♡♡) “yessss let’s go” “wait let me pick you up!”

(♥♥♥) “dream sort this out!” “alright wait turn around”

(♡♡♡) “you have pretty privilege”

(♥♥♥) “george i have something that will cheer you up george”

(♡♡♡) “i’ve been by your side since the beginning george”

(♥♥♥) “sitting here forced to drink water, it has absolutely no flavour”

(♡♡♡) “gives back i’ll be good” “no no you won’t”

(��♥♥) “don’t worry. i’m here george”

(♡♡♡) “dream say hi” “hi”

(♥♥♥) “so george why are you laying in bed while you’re talking to dream?”

(♡♡♡) “where did george go, george is not found”

(♥♥♥) “come over here greg i will save the day” “francis!”

(♡♡♡) “that’s not what you told me last night”

(♥♥♥) “please just swim drive the boat drive the boat”

(♡♡♡) “before i even met you, you had this ginormous impact”

(♥♥♥) “you’re not worthless george we love you”

(♡♡♡) “george is like the biggest idiot”

(♥♥♥) “alright fine i’ll play one more”

(♡♡♡) “you see george everywhere. you see what you wanna see”

(♥♥♥) “guess united kingdom because someone you love lives there”

(♡♡♡) “george don’t leave me”

(♥♥♥) “you say bolivia george?”

(♡♡♡) “why are you so feral?”

(♥♥♥) “you’re an idiot” “you’re the one who’s screaming to do it”

(♡♡♡) “”you’re so oh my god” “you’re so annoying”

(♥♥♥) “i trust you so m-so often”

(♡♡♡) “now i have you right where i want you”

(♥♥♥) “heads” “alright it was heads”

(♡♡♡) “george you’re the hottest piece of ass in dreamhunt”

(♥♥♥) “you said ‘just woke up’ and i said ‘me too, in sync bby’”

(♡♡♡) “dnf arc? yeah maybe”

(♥♥♥) *george shooting dnf into wall on csgo*

(♡♡♡) “george and dream’s brotherly relationship is so iconic”

(♥♥♥) “you can’t 👹LEAVE👹 it’s not allowed”

(♡♡♡) “oh we’re finishing each other’s sentences right now”

(♥♥♥) “you said you were gonna what, kiss me or something like that?”

(♡♡♡) “do you have a song that makes you think of dream?”

(♥♥♥) “here george take this take this george”

(♡♡♡) “hey dream” “hey george”

(♥♥♥) “do you have a crush on dream?” “yes, go on”

(♡♡♡) “i am proud of you” “wow thank you dream”

(♥♥♥) “1 dollar every hour” “for how many hours?”

(♡♡♡) “i clicked skip whoops - wait, where are all my balls?”

(♥♥♥) “get out of here GET OUUUUTTTT”

(♡♡♡) “i’m sleeping for at least 8 hours” “but then we’re gonna be out of sync again”

(♥♥♥) “this is actually disgusting, come to me where are you”

(♡♡♡) “thank you baby... oh no” “WHAT?”

(♥♥♥) “yeah i love dream so much”

(♡♡♡) “yes that is exactly what i was thinking dream”

(♥♥♥) “dream” “hi” “hello i’m streaming” “hi”

(♡♡♡) “mm poor little george”

(♥♥♥) “do you have fifty dollars?”

(♡♡♡) “please please half a heart half a heart!”

(♥♥♥) “that’s okay you wanna be near me, that’s fine”

(♡♡♡) “you would know all about the simp handbook wouldn’t you”

(♥♥♥) “please i need you” “i do need you”

(♡♡♡) “kill him!...or her.. or it..”

(♥♥♥) “cause he’s little gogy”

(♡♡♡) “do your parents know about gream?”

(♥♥♥) just... cuteness

(♡♡♡) “wait george my minecraft’s starting my minecraft’s starting”

(♥♥♥) “te amo sueno”

(♡♡♡) “yeah that was my idea” “yeah just like last night”

(♥♥♥) “you can just say he’s a bottom”

(♡♡♡) this entire video

(♥♥♥) “why are you leaving me?” “alright fine”

(♡♡♡) “george you look good in a suit”

(♥♥♥) “i have a present for george!”

(♡♡♡) “why don’t you want to facetime me?” “i haven’t shaved”

(♥♥♥) “dream’s killing me, why are you killing me?”

(♡♡♡) “george i thought you were going to choose me”

(♥♥♥) “you wanna watch a beautiful sunset? just for you dream”

(♡♡♡) “we don’t text that much” “we text everyday”

(♥♥♥) “georgie poooo come here”

(♡♡♡) “oh beat me dream beat me”

(♥♥♥) “you are so impressive dream”

(♡♡♡) “i just ran for like a million hours”

(♥♥♥) “mydic--kslong has subscribed, thank you..”

(♡♡♡) all of these moments are too funny

(♥♥♥) “dreeaaaam! loooook!” “oh he’s cute”

(♡♡♡) “oh george~” “this is scary”

(♥♥♥) “george do that water drop sound”

(♡♡♡) “why is everyone saying ‘george explain the text?’”

(♥♥♥) “why are you saying it like that?” “that’s how you said it”

(♡♡♡) “i’m going to my secret stash”

(♥♥♥) “it said ‘name a dessert’” “you should’ve put me”

(♡♡♡) “i need to come” “you wanna come?”

(♥♥♥) “i have missed your face!”

(♡♡♡) just.. this entire video

(♥♥♥) more on george sleep talking

(♡♡♡) “that’s the same height difference between me and you george”

(♥♥♥) “you’re doing extremely well george. just calm down.”

(♡♡♡) “george~” “stOP. stop it”

(♥♥♥) “i know dream loves me a lot but unfortunately i don’t love him back”

(♡♡♡) “it’s fun to make him more afraid”

(♥♥♥) “someone said ‘dream do you think george is cute?’”

(♡♡♡) “oh we know george we know how hot you are”

(♥♥♥) “dream has friendship hacks”

(♡♡♡) “let’s watch a movie” feat. sapnap

(♥♥♥) “the only man i’m into is george”

(♡♡♡) “you broke my heart dream by....breaking my heart”

(♥♥♥) “keep lying to him george”

(♡♡♡) dream team not dnf but i love this so watch it plz

(♥♥♥) “you turn your camera off to sneeze? it’s okay we love you”

(♡♡♡) “dance with me dream”

(♥♥♥) “dweaaaam pleaseeee”

(♡♡♡) “it’s fine dream, i’ll stream another day” “waaaaaaah!”

(♥♥♥) “i just wanna talk to you”

(♡♡♡) “you’re just like interesting in general george”

(♥♥♥) “when’s my birthday dream?”

(♡♡♡) “here these are for you 🌹”

(♥♥♥) “i love you george”

(♡♡♡) “i’ll fight you in sumo when you’re in my house”

(♥♥♥) “we’re going together aaaaah”

(♡♡♡) “guess what, i had faith in you”

(♥♥♥) “or OR.. we could... kiss?”

(♡♡♡) “i haven’t had my first kiss” “that's a lie, you kissed me”

(♥♥♥) “hey dream give me an ak.... please”

AND OF COURSE THERE ARE SO MANY MORE BUT... i cannot do this any longer therefore the rest are compilations because i cannot do this any longer

(♥♥♥) every time george has said ‘i love you’ (kind of) to dream

(♡♡♡) dreamnotfound moments

(♥♥♥) gaymest moments

(♡♡♡) rare moments

(♥♥♥) wholesome

(♡♡♡) idiot compilation

(♥♥♥) love languages compilation

BONUS: this soulmate compilation...

SO ORIGINAL POST - links wouldn’t work when reblogged because it went over link limit with everyone tagged, so i will reblog with everyone who’s clips i’ve included!

#georgenotfound #dream #dreamwastaken #dreamnotfound #dnf #dream smp #mcyt

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 4 years ago

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Expanding on the “Schlatt’s book made Dream self-aware” theory

Okay, I know this theory sounds ridiculous...but hear me out.

I haven’t for the life of me been able to come up with any other possibilities for what this mystery’s answer could be, but now I’ve had the idea.

What if Schlatt’s book made Dream self-aware?

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Let’s go over what we know about Schlatt’s book.

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With regards to the prison, which Dream mentions the book pertains to:

Dream: “It’s just an option, because if you can’t kill somebody, you might need to lock them up.”

“I have someone in mind, but we might have to wait to do that.”

Bad: “It’s gonna be Tommy.”

Dream: (chuckles) “Tommy’s exiled. I think, for now...Tommy could end up in it, it just depends...if he does more evil, bad stuff, but...”

(They discuss the Crimson a little, as it had just been discovered that day)

Dream: “Speaking of creepy things...I actually have not ever to this point brought this up, so this is interesting...Do you remember whenever I switched sides? I was helping Pogtopia and I was trying to...mostly just ‘cause I didn’t like L’manburg, and Manberg, and I didn’t like their government, and I switched sides to Schlatt.”

“But the reason I switched sides was because he gave me something in order to switch sides to him, and I mentioned that...”

Bad: “What’d he give you? I remember that! What’d he give you?”

Dream: “He gave me something...very, very, very good. BUT -- that card is always up my sleeves until...until I need it.”

“I won’t go into specifics, but what he gave me was a book.”

Bad: “What kind of book?”

Dream: “The book.”

Bad: “But what kind of book?”

Dream: “A book with massive value.”

Sam: “A book containing what, exactly?”

Sam: “Maybe information? Oh! He gave him--”

Sam and Dream at the same time: “--information.”

Bad: “Information about what?”

Dream: “Mmmm...I think that it puts me in danger if people know I have this information. I can’t clarify what it is, otherwise -- I don’t think -- you wouldn’t -- it wouldn’t be a danger to you, but to other people, that...”

Bad: “Oh...okay. I’m really curious now.”

Dream: “I...we’ll find out.”

Sam: “Wait, so you’re saying...Schlatt traded you information to join his side, which you accepted, so it must’ve been valuable.”

Dream: (chuckles) “I think it’s the most valuable thing on the server!”

...

Dream: “I think that, in pertaining to the prison, it may be important, but -- so maybe I’ll have to tell you guys once the prison’s construction is done, but...we’ll see.”

“I think you wouldn’t believe me if I told you what he gave me.”

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Now, let’s go over what Dream had been acting like up until the point that he turned.

- He had fought alongside Tommy and Techno in the Battle of the Lake.

- He was willing to trade a disc to get Spirit’s leather back from Skeppy. He still cared about Spirit.

- He claimed that he’d had a change of heart about L’manburg, that Schlatt was worse than Wilbur because he threatened the peace between their nations that had persisted up until that point.

- He supported Quackity during the Election because he figured that Quackity having a cabinet member from Dream SMP and a cabinet member from L’manburg would be an excellent way to maintain a truce between the factions. He did not vote for Schlatt. He said he “endorsed justice.”

He had some sort of humanity to him, some sort of moral compass.

- And, very importantly...

He'd been repeatedly outsmarted by Tommy.

In the Disc War, in the Railway Skirmish, the Spirit Scam? Tommy kept slipping away with leverage against him.

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So how do these points add up to self-awareness?

Well, let’s go through ‘em!

- Schlatt. That guy in particular.

The only guy to have permanently died twice. Tommy referred to Schlatt’s ban as the first “death” of the server while he was in exile, and it makes sense that Schlatt’s ban would be seen as a canon death - it influenced Tommy’s character arc and was treated like a death in the story.

And when Schlatt came back...well, he was a little bit different, wasn’t he? Somehow, he was always several steps ahead despite being an “idiot.” Time and time again, he kept pulling out the tricks he had up his sleeve. Time and time again, he was more aware than he let on.

Pogtopia never outsmarted him. Ever.

He knew something no one else did.

And now that Dream knows what he knows, notice how he hasn’t been outsmarted by Tommy ever since? Tommy’s tried, but it didn’t work. Now, Dream always seems to be several steps ahead. Always pulling the strings. Always saying the right things.

- It puts Dream in danger if people know, yet doesn’t apply as much to Sam and Bad.

Having self-awareness makes you incredibly powerful. Of course Dream wouldn’t want that information falling into the wrong hands.

But why not Sam and Bad?

Well, what do those two have in common?

Not only are they neutral parties, but they’re both two of the original eight members of the server. They both keep memory of a time before Tommy. Before plot. They’d be shocked to know, sure, but they likely wouldn’t turn on Dream for it. They’ve been here before the Story.

- It’s information. And it’s the most valuable thing on the server.

Think about that for a second. Dream said that the only thing he cares about now are the discs, because they give him power over Tommy.

But this piece of information is somehow more important than those discs. It supersedes them. The discs are the entire plot! And yet this is more important.

Perhaps even the script itself?

- With regards to the prison and its prisoner, Dream kept talking about the future. Someone who’s a threat now or in the future. Sure, Dream’s smart and can plan well, but this is a long, long game plan to have over the course of several weeks.

And what is Pandora’s Vault if not one giant plot point to avoid killing off characters? The prison is meant for a person who Dream can’t kill.

Dream can’t kill off Tommy, because that would end the story.

- It’s so shocking that the other characters wouldn’t believe it if Dream told them. I’d say gaining self-awareness is pretty surprising, right?

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So, Dream’s lost all care for anything on the server except for the discs. He no longer cares about Spirit, or even his friends, just the discs, because Tommy cares about the discs.

The discs are what keeps Tommy fighting. Now that L’manburg’s gone, it’s the only thing that’s keeping Tommy fighting. He’s willing to die trying to take them back.

I’ve mentioned in previous posts how Dream’s character motivations seem eerily similar to the writers’ motivations in the meta -- to keep the story going, to keep everything entertaining and fun, to make the SMP thrive.

That’s the only thing that seems to keep him going right now. He doesn’t care about anything else. The discs are important because they keep the story going. As long as Tommy keeps fighting for the discs, Dream’s story will never end either.

Tommy wants the endgame, but Dream would never let him get there. Not on his watch.

Because Tommy’s right: Dream is scared of him. Tommy’s the only one who can end the story.

Dream wants the story to keep going. He wants it to keep beginning again and again, and never end.

---

He said this when Wilbur blew up L’manburg, starting the story anew:

“This is the start, Tommy. It may feel like the end, but this is literally just the beginning.”

And now:

“In all destruction, there is a new beginning.”

“Beautiful, you know? The unfinished symphony, right?”

“Tommy? I’m not done with you. Y’know, our story’s not over -- L’manburg’s story is over -- our story’s not over.”

“I don’t think our story will ever be over, Tommy.”

“I think that...you’re just too fun."

And of course...

“...It’s just a game.”

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stariwrites · 4 years ago

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Part One

Red: An Underground Hero Deku x Crime lord fem! Reader

18+ Minors DNI or else I’ll revoke your kneecaps

Author’s Note: All characters are aged up and this fic is a monstrosity so I figured I’d split it up into two parts this is part one and I’ll link part 2 as well when I post it

Tw: fem dom, corruption kink, praise kink, biting/marking, club setting, dry humping, slight choking, alcohol is mentioned (Izuku doesn’t drink it) use of the pet name baby boy, semi public sex

Thank you to @chaos-night for beta reading, I appreciate it!!

For @yixxes I hope you like it!!

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“None are known to be good, till they have an opportunity to be bad”-Benjamin Whichcote

Summary: From the day you laid your eyes on Izuku Midoriya you knew you were going to be drawn to him.

From the day you laid your eyes on Izuku Midoriya you knew you were going to be drawn to him. There was something about the way the college student stood in front of you with his arms drawn into himself as if he shrank far enough he would disappear. You couldn’t help but smile softly at him.

The man in front of you was impressive to say the least even though he didn’t look it. He was able to track your group for days without your people even knowing. He documented everything in notebooks he carried with him. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed the more he stared at you. He was trembling slightly, but his eyes never wavered. They held a fire behind them, one that you couldn’t even begin to describe.

“Midoriya, right?” you asked, folding your hands in front of yourself.

“What do you want with me.”

It wasn’t a question. Part of you grinned at the challenge. You had to give him credit, his voice only shook a small amount. Anybody else wouldn’t have been able to have the courage to do so, much less to you.

Standing up from your chair, you signaled to the guards on either side of the door to stand down when they tried to move closer, weapons raised.

“Do you know who we are?” you asked peering down at the streets below you. All Might was battling a water quirk user. You scowled at the scene before you, it was only a matter of time before he beat them to a pulp.

“I know,” he said slowly in an attempt to keep his voice level, “that you’re an organization dedicated to uprooting false heroes.”

Without turning around you gestured for him to continue. You watched his reflection in the window, he took a deep breath almost willing himself to talk once more.

“You took Endeavor down and made a deal with Stain.”

“Very good,” you clapped, turning back around to face him. He was focused entirely on you. ”Now do you know who I am?”

He didn’t hesitate, “The Woman in Red, heroes and villains alike haven’t been able to catch you. Nobody knows what your quirk is or if you even have one.”

You nodded to yourself, he showed promise. If you could use it to your advantage there would be no way your plan would fail. With his help you could uproot the fakest hero of them all.

“Tell me, what do you think of us Midoriya?”

It took him a couple of seconds to register what you said judging by the way his green eyes were transfixed on the destroyed All Might poster off to the side of the room.

“A reminder,” he jumped at the sound of your voice while his eyes fixed themselves onto you. “All Might isn’t the hero that everybody believes he is,” you watched his eyes widen at your words. Part you assumed it was from shock at the way you said them so carelessly, but there was something else there. It was swimming under the surface almost begging to be unleashed.

Before you could place it, he coughed and straightened his posture. He could’ve looked confident when he stood like that if he didn’t shrink into himself at the last moment. With the proper training he’d stand to his full size without feeling insecure.

“Why am I here?” his voice was softer than before, concealed. It made a vicious smirk cross onto your face. You couldn’t wait to help him unlock his true potential. The thought alone almost had you pouncing on him, but you refrained. You wouldn’t scare him away just yet.

You moved closer to him, allowing your nails to drift across the wood over your desk before using one of them to tilt Midoriya’s face closer to yours. He didn’t pull away.

“Because, Izuku Midoriya,” you refused to leave his gaze, “I want you to join Chimera.”

He gulped at the proximity, “And if I refuse?”

You couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped your lips. He was too cute for his own good. You flicked your eyes to his before locking them on his lips.

“Then, I guess I’ll just have to find a way to persuade you,” you emphasized the words by moving closer until your lips brushed against his. You watched as he unconsciously closed his eyes and leaned into it, but before your lips fully touched you turned towards the door.

You didn’t miss the pout that crossed onto his face when you broke away, but he missed the sadistic smile you wore as you gestured for the guards to file out. All you received in return was a nod from them until they headed out the door.

When it was your turn you held the door open, but before leaving you met his gaze one last time.

“I’ll give you two weeks to make a decision, until then I look forward to our next meeting,” you purred and leaned against the open door in a way that rivaled Jessica Rabbit, “Izuku Midoriya.”

After you spoke those final words you left with a laugh while he stood in the dark room wondering what just happened.

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“She wants you to join, huh?” Aizawa said from where he was perched on the rooftop. His eyes were scanning below, from the lights of the buildings Midoriya could make out the bags under the man’s eyes. It had to be a late night that was for sure.

Part of Izuku felt guilty pulling the man away from much needed sleep, but being an underground hero he needed allies and the only one with enough experience was Aizawa.

“What should I do?” he asked, moving out of the darkness and closer to the man. He watched the capture scarf blow in the wind slightly while he shivered. It was becoming colder even in Spring, he’d have to get warmer gear.

Out of the corner of his eye Aizawa seemed to notice because a soft smile slid onto his face, “I told you to bundle up problem child, but you never listen.”

Before Midoriya could say anything a jacket was flung his way, he jumbled it until he was able to hold it steady. Peering down his eyes widened with disbelief.

“Are you just going to stand there or put it on?”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Stumbling out a yes, he wrapped the jacket around him and zipped it up. It was sleek, light fitting but also warm. Izuku couldn’t help but sink into the feeling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been hugged, but wearing that coat he felt like he received the biggest embrace in the world.

A peaceful silence fell over the two of them while they stared out at the streets below. It was a quiet night, the only sounds were of the cars driving by and an occasional group of friends walking past. Their voices echoed off the buildings and were burned into Izuku’s ears.

He wondered what that was like, having friends. He knew going down the path he was on would be dangerous. He couldn’t have time for them if he was going to save people, especially since there was a chance they could become targets.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if his life would’ve been different if he’d had them when he was younger.

“I think,” Aizawa began, causing Izuku to fix his eyes onto his mentor. “That you should do it. You can get into their organization and gain intel, be a double agent of sorts.”

Izuku’s heart stopped. “Me?” he sputtered, “Do you really think I could pull something like that off? Half of the pro heroes have tried to take Chimera down and they’ve come up empty handed everytime! And besides the only reason I followed them was to bring the information to you!

How do you know I won’t end up like the others?”

“I don’t,” came the response. Izuku expected that to be it and for Aizawa to leave, but instead he turned to Midoriya and placed his fist on his protege’s chest, “But if there’s one thing I know it’s that if anybody could take down Chimera it would be you.”

Izuku focused his gaze onto the ground until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Aizawa shot him a look of genuine faith. “She went out of her way to try and recruit you. I doubt she’ll want to hurt you, but keep your guard up.”

With a nod of understanding followed by an “I will”, the man took that as his cue and began to walk towards the edge of the building.

“You don’t have to of course, but if you do, don't try to do everything on your own kid. You’ve got me. And it’s about time you actually started working on the front lines rather than behind the scenes.”

With that he was off, a sigh left Midoriya’s lips. He’d been told time and time again that he wasn’t cut out for field work. Not with college he was juggling as well as the fact that his lack of a quirk was always taken into account. He stared up at the sky, he couldn’t remember when he became like this.

He thought back to the earlier times where he constantly believed he could be a hero. He still believed, but it was subdued. Sad even, but he’d try. If he could take them down it would mean helping more people.

“I wish you were here, mom,” he said to the stars while tears began to slide down his face, “I’m a little lost right now.”

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The two weeks seemed to crawl by. Izuku was getting restless. He knew his decision, but he couldn’t find Chimera anywhere. He checked every back alley, store, restaurant that the members usually went in and came up empty handed. Even when he did find the members and tried to follow them shouting wait or slow down it was like they’d disappear at the last second.

After running around for nearly three hours he found a bench next to a nearby park and took a seat. He tossed his head back, attempting to get all of the air he lost back. His clothes stuck to him uncomfortably while his forehead was making his hair stick to it.

They sure can run when they really want to, he thought in between puffs of air. He didn’t know how he’d make it through patrolling, especially now. He dreaded the thought, clutching his side at the reminder. He managed to take Muscular down but not without the villain getting a few hits in. It was worth it though, considering Koda’s smile once he was discharged from the hospital.

Yeah, he thought looking up at the sky with a serene smile. It had been worth it.

After catching his breath, he was about to get up from the bench until a person sat down next to him with a note. They didn’t look at Midoriya, instead they were focused straight ahead. The shades made it difficult to see their eyes, while their hoodie and jeans made them look like an ordinary person.

“An invitation,” the person grumbled out, “Don’t be late.”

Izuku didn’t watch them go, flipping the envelope over he noticed neatly scrawled out cursive. The envelope itself was red with a wax gold stamp. A chimera was in the center while the cursive was in gold. He didn’t open it until he was safe in his apartment.

His breath hitched as he read the words over and over again to make sure he had them right. Once he realized he did, he texted Aizawa on the burner phone they used specifically for underground work and buried his head in his hands.

“What am I getting myself into?”

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The neon lights bathed everybody into an ocean of colors. People were swarmed into the center of the room, dancing and grinding on anybody close to them. The bass caught in Midoryia’s chest as he navigated through the crowd. He glanced around, taking all the strobing lights in. The letter said to meet at The Tavern, but it never specified where.

After bumping into several people and almost being roped into dancing, he finally found the bar. He took a seat and checked his phone as he waited for his nerves to calm down. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to one of these. He thought back to freshman year when he first started out he’d gone to a local club to see what it was like only to realize he wasn’t really fond of it.

“Not exactly your scene is it?” a bartender asked, sliding him a drink. Midoriya looked up at the woman with a sheepish smile. She looked to be about his age, her short hair framing her face. Earphones were dangling from ears. Must be her quirk, Izuku thought with excitement. Her pierced brow was raised as she stared at Midoriya.

“Is it that obvious?”

She hummed for a moment, studying him before she nodded, “Nobody wears a shirt that says ‘Club Shirt’ on it. It’s an interesting pick.”

He flushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he should’ve gone with something different.

“Yeah,” he said trailing off until his eyes landed on the drink.

“I don’t—”

Before he continued the woman stopped him, “It’s on the house, you’re waiting for her aren’t you?”

He was about to ask how she knew when you sat down next to him with a smile, “I see you’ve met Jirou, my most trusted friend.”

Izuku watched as the woman, Jirou’s face turned bright red. He almost thought he heard a don’t mention it before she went off to serve more drinks, leaving him with you.

He was nervous, that much was easy to tell with the way his eyes kept jumping from corner to corner. Poor thing you thought while his leg bounced up and down. Part of you cringed, he felt out of place.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?”

The sound of your voice over the music snapped his attention back to you. Taking his blank stare and furrowed eyebrows as a sign, you huffed out a laugh and repeated yourself. He joined in albeit nervously.

“It’s okay,” he said, stirring his drink with the straw, “You planned to meet here. I don’t want to cause any trouble,” he took a deep breath, “Boss.”

You turned to him with wide eyes before waving him off as you leaned closer to the table, “You don’t have to call me boss you know,” you said nonchalantly, “Not even the guards call me that.”

He couldn’t help but stare at you in awe. How you were able to be so calm in a place like this was beyond him, but it helped him relax. With furrowed brows he focused back on his straw. The ice clanked against the glass, but he couldn’t hear it over the song playing.

“What should I call you then?”

Just like the first time you met, you used one of your fingers to tilt his head up, he could feel your breath mingle with his while his face turned a vibrant shade of red. He silently thanked the lights for making it almost impossible for you to see it. He watched as your eyes clouded over while a sinister smile fell onto your face. It made him feel small underneath it.

Before he could say anything, you leaned in close to his ear.

“I have a couple ideas,” your words sent goosebumps to ripple against his skin while his mouth felt dry. He wanted to know what they were, wanted to ask. What was going on with him?!

He didn’t have much time to dwell once he felt your breath ghost against his neck. It was warm and sent shivers down his spine. He briefly felt the touch of your lips against him, part of him hoped you wouldn’t pull away.

“Please,” he rasped before he could stop himself. Your lips curled into a grin, one of your hands snaked from the table to bury itself in his green hair.

“Let’s get out of here.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

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The cool air of the outside clashed with the warmth from the club. Izuku barely processed your lips meeting only to find that in the next minute he was up against the brick wall behind the club. Your hands tangled themselves into his green curls causing him to whimper against your lips.

“Fuck,” you muttered, pussy clenching at the sound he made. You wanted to hear more, wanted him to scream. You placed your knee in between his legs, he instantly started to grind down on your thigh. He tried to pull away from you, but that only made you hold his curls tighter before letting him go. A string of saliva was all that left the connection until you wiped it away with the back of your sleeve.

Izuku’s face was flushed as he tried to catch his breath. Everything about you was intoxicating, especially the way you looked him up and down like he was your prey. He was still grinding against you, his puffs of air were visible in the night. It wasn’t until you touched his side that he flinched.

You pulled your hand away in concern, but he was quick to shush you with the way his lips latched back onto yours. He could tell you about the wound later, you thought. His lips were soft against yours, when you met for another kiss you opened your mouth. Catching the hint, he opened his mouth enough for you to snake your tongue into his mouth. Judging from the way he was grinding faster against you with broken moans you could tell he was enjoying himself.

You pushed him further into the wall, it was surely digging into his back by now, but he made no sound of pain. You made sure to avoid his waist, instead you grabbed a hold of his belt loops and yanked his lower body into an arch.

“Oh my god,” Midoriya groaned, tossing his head back against the wall. He needed more, you were everywhere, breathing into his neck, sucking and biting the skin there. Weakly he went to push you off.

“No marks-can’t ah-can’t ngh cover them.”

A grin casted onto your face. He was so cute like this, all sprawled out under you just as you knew he’d be. You kissed the skin close to his pressure point before staring directly into Izuku’s eyes. Your lips brushed against each other. His eyelashes fluttered as he went to close the space, but you held his neck with one hand and pressed him back.

“I don’t think so baby,” you whispered. Your voice lower in pitch. You didn’t miss the way his pulse jumped under your fingers. Your eyes widened in shock until you gained back control. This was more interesting than you thought. “Does the little hero like this, hm? You like being helpless?” To emphasize your words, you guided his hips with one hand and ground him against your thigh once more.

A high whine escaped his mouth before he could prevent it. He knew this was wrong, that he should stop this but the way your hand made him dizzy around him and the pressure against his cock caused his mind to become fuzzy. What Aizawa didn’t know didn’t hurt him anyway.

“Please,” he whimpered, meeting your leg. He wanted more--no he needed more. “I’ll do anything, I’ll do anything just please.”

“Such a needy little thing aren’t you?” With a huff you slowly stop moving. Tears sprang into the corners of Midoriya’s eyes as he thrashed in an attempt to bring some of the pleasure back, but you only moved your leg away. Broken no’s spilled from his lips and into the cracks of the brick wall. He’s a mess of babbles and pleas. You wait a second longer until you lick a tear from his face, starting at his chin and stopping just below his cheek bone.

He’s about to thank you when you send him a devilish smirk and drop to your knees in front of him. The sight alone causes him to reach his high. You let him calm down, rubbing his thighs through his jeans. You whisper soft encouragements that he can barely decipher.

Looking up at him you can see that his pupils are still blown wide while his chest is heaving up and down. Under the neon red light he looks perfect. You want to devour him, but you hold back. Soon he’d learn how to get hard just by your words alone, but first you’d have to train him.

It isn’t until he comes down from his high that he realizes what he’s done. Mortification falls over him faster than you thought from the way his face flushes even further. You wished he wasn’t in so many clothes, you could almost bet that the same would be found on his neck leading to his chest.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to, I tried holding it in but-”

Slowly, you rose to your feet and before he could stumble over more excuses you kissed his cheek whispering “Good boy,” into his ear. If Midoriya hadn’t just cum he would’ve from those words alone.

You laughed softly at his body’s reaction before breaking away from him fully. You don’t miss the pout that formed on his face when you stepped away. At first it was cute, but now seeing it after this made something snap. You quickly grabbed him by the jaw and traced your thumb over his bottom lip.

“Such a sweet little mouth, making all those pretty sounds earlier, but I think I have more uses for it rather than just pouting,” you locked onto his wide eyes. “Wouldn’t you say, Midoriya?”

He could only nod against you, completely trapped under your gaze. You had him right where you wanted him. “Well then baby boy,” you said detaching yourself once more. “Get to work.”

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Midoriya woke up in a cold sweat for the umpteenth time that week. He fell back into the pillow with a groan. It had been weeks since that encounter and he was desperate to do it again. He couldn’t escape the sound of your moans echoing in the night or the way your nails dug into his hair just right to send waves of pleasure zipping down his back. And the way you tasted, he craved feeling you against his tongue, drowning in you.

However now that he was officially part of Chimera after being tested the night after he was able to taste you, it had been pretty standard. There was nothing out of the ordinary, the organization ran just like how any other underground facility would. Midoriya had his own jobs that he had to handle such as keeping track of shipments and making sure nobody was caught. He didn’t have much to report back to Aizawa which caused the older man to worry.

Izuku huffed at the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand. Speak of the devil. Why couldn’t the man just leave him alone? He knew what he was doing and what he went there to do. Even if his mind was preoccupied with you, he would still put Chimera down first and besides you weren’t serious about him either.

Without looking at the contact he put the phone up to his ear. “Look Aizawa I’m fine I don’t need you checking up on me every second of every day so please just this once don’t contact me on my day off.”

Izuku expected to hear the gruff voice sigh into the other line and promptly begin telling Izuku why checking in is important because it could mean the difference between life and death which, being an underground hero, the lines tend to blur.

Instead, there was a delayed pause followed by a low whistle, “And he lets you talk to him like that? I’m impressed.”

At the sound of your voice, he instantly shot up from the futon. “Boss, hey um why are you calling?” His blood froze for a second. “I didn’t miss anything, did I?!” He tossed the covers off of him and was about to head to his dresser to change when his foot got caught in the sheets causing him to crash to the ground.

You heard the loud bang on the other line causing you to snort. There was a heavy sound of stomping followed by another brief crash that caused you to look out into the city with a smile. You were reminded in that moment that he was still a college student, so full of life.

“Nope, I was just calling to check in.”

Midoriya scowled on the other end of the phone. “You and Aizawa both. I’m fine if that’s what you’re wondering. I have all my body parts intact and none of them are broken,” he even wiggled his hands and sat back on the futon to swing his feet even though you couldn’t see him. “Thank you very much,” he said dryly.

You hummed, mulling over his response. Ever since he joined he’s been more sure of himself, capable. It was an accepted change, after all he needed to be strong. Especially if your plan was going to work. After all, the stronger they are the more fun to break.

“He and I are alike then. You do realize that there’s a very fine line between life and death, right? People like us have to stick together.”

“How are you both the same person?”

That question alone had you laughing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Midoriya, but I do have something you can do for me.”

He perked up at that. “What is it?”

“I’ll pick you up, how does noon sound?”

“Yes-” he said all too fast before coughing. “I mean yeah sure, whatever works for you.”

“Good, be sure you’re ready early, I always come on time.”

With that you hung up the phone and spun back to face your office desk. Phase one was complete, now you could move on to phase two. Leaning your head on the desk, you could feel rather than see Jirou’s eyes boring holes into your forehead.

“Why aren’t you worried about Midoriya?”

You cocked you head to the side. “Why would I need to be worried?”

“He’s working with Aizawa.” It wasn’t a question, but it didn’t need to be. You knew Izuku was working with the man for years before he even discovered your group, but that didn’t matter. You thought back to his confidence, how he was able to give orders and stand up for himself now, but still looked at you to make sure he wasn’t speaking out of turn. It caused a fire to burn in the pit of your stomach.

“Rest assured, Midoriya won’t be a problem. After all,” you said interlocking your hands on top of the desk. “I have him wrapped around my finger.”

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ketamineharry · 4 years ago

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You and Me- Harry Lewis

Requested: Yes ~ hii can i please get one where reader and harry both really like each other but they both haven’t dated in a really long time so they have no idea what to do lmaoo, just a funny and fluffy one of you don’t mind

Authors Note: I am so sorry for how long this took to come out. At the time this was requested, I don’t think I had posted any fluff. It’s taken me quite a while to feel comfortable enough with writing something on this scale of said fluff. Nonetheless, I hope this is still enjoyable x

The moment that you had matched with Harry on Tinder, something about it felt like it wasn’t just going to be a meaningless hookup. Perhaps it was how brutally honest he was in his profile, or the fact that he hadn’t necessarily used the most conventionally attractive photos. Something about his profile, just seemed to be more authentic than the others you had previously matched with.

He had been the one to strike up conversation, asking you how your day had been. Unlike the matches you had where this had merely been a conversation starter; something they could ask to simply open conversation to more explicit topics, Harry seemed to actually care. Asking follow up questions and building a conversation.

After a few days of exchanging messages via Tinder, Harry had asked whether you could exchange numbers. Things were going pretty well, so you had agreed. Which meant that you had the convenience of being able to text back easily, as sometimes Tinder notifications wouldn’t come through on time. It only provided you with more time that you were able to converse with him, bringing you inevitably closer.

Late one Saturday evening, you were sitting at home, watching reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, when your phone started ringing. It was Harry FaceTiming you. Reluctantly, you answered the call. It wasn’t exactly ideal for the first time for you to see each other in motion, for you to be bare faced, in an old baggy jumper, wrapped in a blue fluffy blanket. Your hair thrown up in a messy bun. However, as you answered, Harry’s massive grin instantly put you at ease. His manor revealing that he was at the very least tipsy.

“You are so pretty.” He beamed.

A deep blush crept its way onto your cheeks. The compliment, although simple, was unexpected and genuine. He was lovely. You quietly thanked him.

“I just wanted to know what day it is Y/N. I know that you’d be willing to assist.” He slurred, as he leaned against a lamp post. His features being illuminated in the bright yellow light.

“It’s Saturday, the third of April.” You stated, a slight laugh escaped your lips.

“Thank you… I’m going to regret all of this in the morning.” He started with a low chuckle. “One thing I won’t regret though, do ya fancy going on a date tomorrow? I was thinking maybe bottomless brunch?” He asked as he tried to regain some sort of composure, in an attempt to try and convey that he was serious when he was asking you.

“Are you sure you want to? From the state that you’re in, it looks like you might be nursing the hangover from hell tomorrow.”

“If I wasn’t at least a little bit tipsy, Y/N… I wouldn’t have the courage to ask you out. You are way out of my league.” He stated, emphasising the way.

You thought about it for a moment. You had nothing to lose. He seemed like a fantastic guy. If he wasn’t, you wouldn’t have invested as much time as you already had into him. The date he had suggested was in a public place, and you were more than able to text one of your friends letting them know where you were. Just in case something did go wrong.

“Sure, Harry… I’m down.”

The same huge grin that you had been greeted with at the beginning of the call was now back. Accentuated by the light that he was standing under. He looked so handsome.

“Fantastic, I’ll text you the details. Goodnight, Y/N.” He mumbled, as he fumbled with his phone trying to disconnect the call.

As soon as the call ended, your phone vibrated, the details of the date including location and time. You set an alarm on your phone for a time to wake up, allowing yourself enough time to get ready and panic about getting ready.

You had just gotten out of the shower, the nervous knots in your stomach only increased as time passed. If Harry was anything like you thought he would be in person, you wanted to impress him. Even if it were only for this one date. After all, he had the thought to plan something like this out. Asking to meet you in the morning, instead of asking to meet up for a drink in the evening. Everything just mounted up. From what you could tell, he was taking this seriously. Which only increased your nerves, as it had been a few years since you had been on a serious date.

As quickly as you could, you dried yourself off. You had decided last night on the outfit you were going to wear. A light blue off the shoulder top, with some white jeans and beige sandals. You checked yourself over in the mirror, trying to smooth down the fabric, as much as you could. The last thing you wanted to do was look out of place, or, like you hadn’t made enough effort.

You moved onto your hair, straightening it to perfection. Before applying some light makeup. You quickly glanced at yourself in the mirror, deciding that this would do. It wasn’t perfect, but, you wouldn’t feel ashamed of being near him like this. He was beautiful without effort.

You clutched your bag in front of you, as you walked into the little cafe, searching the sea of people for Harry. Right at the back, next to the window, you could see a tall blonde figure. You held eye-contact for a moment, before realisation set in for the both of you. Smiles broke out on both of your faces, as Harry beckoned you over to the table.

You made your way over to the table, as you did, Harry got up from his seat and met you halfway. He interlaced his fingers with yours, as he led you back to the table. Although this was the first proper contact that you had with him, it all felt so natural. Like his hand was made to fit yours, just so. Once you were at the table, in the far reaches of the cafe it felt like you had more privacy. Like it was just you and Harry.

Before either of you sat down, he engulfed you into a tight hug. His musky scent, providing you with a net of safety from your usual anxiety about PDA.

“You look lovely.” He whispered into your hair, just loud enough for you to hear.

The meal seemed to go by so quickly, both of you getting lost in each other. Eye contact never seemed to break, as you just got lost in each other. Everything just naturally slotted into place. Nothing had to be forced, being on this date with him felt as natural as breathing.

Soon enough, however, you were both completely full. Bellies stuffed with bacon and danish pastries. Harry got up from his seat, once again and helped you out of yours. He held your hand as you walked out of the cafe. Typical British weather meant that it was already pouring with rain. The air, so much colder than when you had started the date. It provided you with an excuse to be able to huddle up to him, as you rested your head on his arm.

Your clumsiness combined with the wet paving of the British streets, did mean that you took a stumble however, your hand slipped out of Harry’s as you tried to protect your fall. Luckily, it wasn’t so bad. Harry’s nervous laugh, however, was so contagious that the stinging pain in your hands didn’t really bother you anymore. You just had to join in. Once you had both regained your composure, Harry offered his hand out to you and helped you up off of the floor.

As soon as you were stable on your feet, you were able to spot a taxi to take you home. You informed Harry of such, and he walked you over to it.

“Thank you for agreeing to this date. It’s been amazing, and I’d love to see you again.” He said.

“I’d love to.” You confirmed.

He wrapped you in a hug, once again the goodbye felt bitter-sweet. The date had gone so well. But, you just didn’t want it to end. Spending time with Harry was amazing. So much more amazing than you could have ever anticipated. Neither of you wanted to break away from this hug. This moment, as cheesy as it was, belonged to the both of you. Harry rested his forehead on yours, upping the intimacy. Yet, still being reserved as far as you were concerned.

“Kiss me.” You requested.

He placed a hand on your cheek, brushing your wet hair out of the way before softly pressing his lips against yours. The busy streets of London, didn’t seem to bother you, as your lips connected. You were just lost in him. The kiss, although not frenzied, drove just how much passion the both of you felt for each other to the forefront to the both of your minds.

The beeping of the taxi, who had been waiting for you to enter, was the only thing that knocked you out of the bubble that you had shared with Harry for the past couple of minutes.

“I’ll see you really soon.” Harry said, as you got into the back.

“Yeah.” You smiled, as you gave him a small wave.

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Baku Birthday 2021

So I’m posting this a /little/ early because I’m just too excited to share this fic! So I joined in with Bakugou’s Birthday Bash hosted by these amazing people!!

@phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe @jodrawssmut & @ramen-rambles

And since joining I couldn’t have found a more supporting and helpful group on Discord!! Special thanks to: @hoe-doroki for being my beta reader and editor!! Thank you for dealing with my sorry, inconsistant ass and giving me the strength to pull though and just do some of my best writing to date! I haven’t written so much in so long and it was rather nice!!

And to @notchesandbullets for telling me I can do this and be those words of praise when I needed them the most helping me pull though and finish this!

Contains: DragonShifter!Reader x Bakugou. Fantasy Setting,

WC: 3755 - Masterlist to all the works!!

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, oral (Female + M reviecing), Cowgirl, unprotected sex, Cum eating, Premature Ejaluations (if you squint), Age gap? It’s implied Reader is much older than Katsuki. Restraining Katsuki, Pervert Kiri

Looking around his throne, Katsuki couldn’t help but scoff at what came to his mind. He had everything a chief could want, but it still wasn’t enough for the young, barbaric male. Vast and grand was his home. People were happy, going about their day, harvest due and bountiful, the river running steady and clean.

Though, he was still missing a vital element to his life. Someone to make him happy, to have by his side and call his own. So the only thing he had left to need or want was someone to walk into battle with him, because not just any person would.

No, they had to have a few key traits to meet his standards. They needed to have a willingness to fight, to want to protect those around him and themselves with everything they had. They had to be able to take flack and a joke but also be serious when the time came. They had to be able to take no shit from anyone and make sure to be willing to put others in their place if they went out of line.

It wasn’t much! Honestly…Or at least he thought so.

“...ugou, Bakugou!” A voice snapped him from his thoughts as he glanced at his adviser, unhappy over the fact he was interrupted from his thoughts.

“What is it?” Katsuki questioned as he lazily shifted his attention to the man standing at his right side.

“As I was saying, there have been some sightings of strangely coloured dragons in the nearby valleys. We do not know if it is one or more or if they’re passing by or staying. Moreover, they have yet to attack the villages, but it would be wise to at least investigate the surrounding areas before anything happens,” his assistant spoke as he looked for what the King was going to do.

Taking a moment, Katsuki couldn’t help but smile as he got up and began to stretch. “Eijirou, prepare for a flight. It seems there might be someone that needs a reminder of who those valleys belong to.”

Though to the Bakugou family dragons were revered and seen as good omens, there was a limit. Dragons that fought over territory could be destructive and wipe entire lands from existence, so if there was ever more than one in an area it could prove to be a bad omen instead.

One dragon or one family were seen as protecting the lands, keeping invaders at bay and being loyal by nature. Though another one could offset the balance, should they prove to be hungry or hostile. The valleys in which the Bakugous lived were famous for having the longest standing relationship with the red dragons of the Kirishima clan. They had served one another for generations with the latest duo being that of the Barbarian King Katsuki Bakugou, son of the late Chieftess Mitsuki Bakugou, and the dragon that protected the lands, Eijirou Kirishima, son to late Hikori Kirishima.

Standing at seven feet, the mostly human nodded and saluted as he walked with his friend outside. “Yes, sir.” He beamed happily, seemingly excited by the prospect of seeing another dragon. “Though, what are your instructions, should they prove hostile?”

“Hostile?” Katsuki mused, placing a hand to his chin as the other morphed into that of a forty-foot-long dragon from the tip of his nose to the very end of his arrow-pointed tail. Once finished, Kirishima leaned down to lower his wing, letting Katsuki get on by walking up the thin bone of the arch of his wing and holding onto his spines, climbing all the way to behind the red horns that adorned his head. “Should the dragon wish to try and stay, we will start through the diplomatic route.”

That was the thing about Katsuki. For all his bloodlust and anger, he was quite the strategist when it came to monsters several times his size. Having worked with Eijirou for some time, they had built up a bond of trust valuable for when trouble arose.

“Should that fail, we will have to take things up a notch. I would like to avoid a fight if at all possible.” He sighed as he clung to the horn while the other took off. “The valley is full of fish making their way upstream for the breeding season,” he muttered before groaning and slapping his face as he remembered something, getting even more irritated.

“It could be a female dragon,” he groaned, looking down to Eijirou. “With breeding season approaching, it could prove very troublesome,” he grumbled as he lay down to keep low as Eijirou took to the sky.

“Hm,” came a deep rumble from the beast.

A female dragon would be far better than a male should they be able to move it along. It could prove worse in the long run, though, as other males came to try and have their chance, destroying the local landscape fighting over the female.

“Not going to be influenced? I know you’re a young male.” Katsuki snickered as the dragon grunted and shook slightly in a ‘no’. “Don’t worry, whatever happens we’ll sort it,” he offered quietly as he calmed down to focus on the mission at hand.

They took to the base of the mountains and looked for any signs of disturbance. With fear running though the nearest village, it was clear to see that the crops were half unattended and in the middle of being harvested. “I’m going to go take a look at the surrounding areas and talk to the locals. You go on up the mountain and scout that out,” the Chief commanded. With a short huff and a nod, Eijirou turned to slowly and carefully make his way up and around the mountains.

It wasn’t long before Eijirou returned with some news. Meeting in the center of town, the dragon descended slowly and waited for Katsuki to approach before he spoke. “I found a trail of blood from the ground leading up to a cave roughly halfway up the mountain.

Nodding, Katsuki signaled for Eijirou to lower himself so he could climb onto his back. “Sounds about right. The locals saw a figure flying unsteadily across the sky and into the mountain. There was a loud thump before all went silent. It’s more than likely a dragon. It hasn’t done harm to the villagers yet, though, so a slow, quiet and careful approach is needed.”

Coming to the entrance of the cave, Katsuki hopped off Eijirou, immediately noticing the plants had been recently crushed and a splattering of dried blood was leading into the cave. Looking up to Eijirou, he nodded and quietly led the way in. Eijirou used a small breath to light the torch that Katsuki would have to use to see.

It didn’t take them long to find the cause of the blood and crushed plants. Lying in front of them was a bronze dragon just as large as Kirishima, if not bigger, bleeding heavily from it’s hind leg, belly and face.

“Holy shit,” Katsukimuttered as he looked over the sight. He froze as the dragon raised its head. Chuckling, you looked over at Katsuki and Eijirou. “If you have come to kill me, at least make it swift.”

“Tch, don’t lump me with most humans,” Katsuki stated as he approached you, looking over the wounds. A huffing could be heard as he made his way closer, your muscles tense and beady eyes watching his form, ready to attack should harm come. “I’m a Bakugou. We don’t harm your kind.”

“You may not harm but you enslave. I feel sorry for the red scaled one over there. Forced to serve you like their ancestors,” you mumbled, laying your head down and closing your eyes to rest.

Eijirou huffed before he sat down. “I’m not. It’s nice to have lands that we don’t have to fight over and live in harmony with humans,” he protested, watching as Katsuki assessed the wounds. “I am from the Kirishima clan.” He beamed, almost a little too excited to say so. “It’s nice to see another shade of red around here. Normally those of the Shinsou clan are around these areas.” Eijirou started, tilting his head to the side. “So what brings you here?” he mused.

Which was how you explained your side of the story. It wasn’t uncommon for humans to attack those of draconic race because of the first dragons causing havoc and turmoil for humankind. You were a young dragon who still had not found some land to live in. So, you were aimlessly looking around for somewhere to sleep before you were ambushed by a kingdom that had a bad past with dragons, driving you out.

“Well,” Katsuki started as he backed off. “If you revert into your human form, we can take you back and give you medical aid. I’m not about to let a creature like you just die pathetically cold and alone in such a depressing state.”

With that, they watched as your form changed into a bloodstained, corseted, sleeveless dress, wings still visible with a tail barely peeking from beneath your long skirt. Their eyes lingered for a little too long to be completely respectful.

Getting up from where he lay, Eijirou gently enclosed you in his claws, protecting you, letting Katsuki onto his back before taking off back to the kingdom to give you the aid you needed.

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The next thing you knew, you were waking up to some argument going on outside, though you took no heed to it. After all, you would need to at least stay to repay the kindness the human has shown you before taking your leave.

As the flap to the tent opened, you looked up at the figure that came to inspect you in the cot. “How are you feeling?” The one that entered had torn red wings and a thin arrow-headed tail much like that of the dragon you’d seen earlier.

“Much better, thanks.” He watched you as you got up to move around.

“Yeah, my mother is a great healer.” The man beamed proudly before his face dropped for a moment in realisation. “Oh, that’s right! I’m Eijirou Kirishima!” He offered a hand for you to shake as he introduced yourself. “I’m Katsuki’s dragon companion. Speaking of which, when you feel up to it, he wants to see you in the throne room. He’s currently occupied with some business, so why not come later tonight before dinner? He wants to talk to you about some things.”

“Ah I see” You nodded in agreement though still clearly wary of him.

“Yeah, my mom specialises in herbal and magical treatments for dragons. You should be fighting fit by the end of day! So enjoy yourself and have a look around! You’re more than welcome here as long as you don’t kill anyone.” You found yourself chuckling lightly along with him as he waved. “See ya! Rest up well and don’t push yourself too hard!” He beamed as he left.

As Eijirou left you alone with your thoughts, you couldn’t help but think back to just how trustingly and kindly Katsuki had treated you. Taking your leave from the tent, you looked to the sky to gauge the time of day. Deciding you had at least an hour before the sun would set and you would need to see the Chieftain, you went to see what the town had to offer.

As you walked among the townsfolk, you couldn’t help but notice that dragons and humans walked around one another as if that were a normal thing to do. Had things always been like this? And how had this not spread to other countries? Though be that as it might, you were happy for these people; they seemed to be comfortable and welcoming just like the man who had found you. Perhaps you could stay a little longer than intended…

Still, once the sun started to set you walked back the way you came only to come across a tent larger than most, assuming that was where Katsuki would be wrapping up the day.

You slowly opened the flap as some villagers came out, happily discussing the day’s harvest before you heard. “Come on in, dragon!” Katsuki called as he remained seated on his chair smirking to himself. “Feeling better, I see?” he questioned as he sat up straight. Even like this, you could see and feel the power he irradiated.

“Yes, much, thank you.” Bowing, you smiled before you were told to stand upright. “If there’s anything I can do for you, please just let me know. It’s the least I can do after you saved my life.”

The moment those words left your mouth, you had a feeling that you were either going to live to regret it or thank him.

“Speaking of which,” he started as he leaned back and patted his lap. “Please, come here,” he commanded. Once you approached, he leaned forward, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger as if inspecting you. Up close, you could just see how deep ruby red his eyes were as well as how sharp his teeth were. For a human, he had a great set of fangs on him. ‘Shame he’s a human; he would have made a great and fierce dragon,’ you couldn’t help but think before he spoke, bringing you back to reality.

“Yes, you’re perfect,” he muttered, pulling you into his lap forcefully by your waist. “Strong willed, a fighter, and someone I could learn to grow better with,” he stated as he suddenly captured your lips. “You will be my partner,” he stated as his hands wandered low.

Spluttering and blushing, you thrust your arms at his chiseled chest, putting some distance between the two of you. “B-But how do you know? I could kill you! You barely know me,” you protested, though with his power he forced you to fold your arms, leaning in to whisper.

“But you owe me your life. Surely this is nothing and if you don’t feel like you’re the one you’re more than welcome to leave,” he purred.

You knew he was right. This young, powerful man knew that dragons didn’t back down on their word, and so serving him would mean repaying the debt? A small price to pay, truly.

“So why not get on your knees for your Chief and thank me properly?” he offered, leaning back and letting go of you. You watched as the grin on his face was almost ear splitting as you sunk to your knees in front of him. He let his hands wander down his trousers to help you get them off and down to his ankles.

“That’s it,” he praised, reaching out to gently lay his hand on your head. His eyes watched you with keen interest as you slowly took him into your mouth. He wasn’t completely hard and you shifted to get a better angle and grip him in your hands, though he tried to encourage you with soft words. “That’s it, fuckin’ take it all in,” he muttered as he leaned back, getting more comfortable on his throne. The grasp on your hair got tighter as he started to get impatient and guide your face along his length. “Come on now, no need to be so shy about it.” His teeth showed as he smiled. “You’ve lived longer than I have, surely you have the experience?” he goaded. Which, if you were honest with yourself, was true. You were most likely older than him, and could show him a thing or two while you’re at it.

Straightening your back a little from the floor you looked over his hardening dick. Licking your lips, you took the head in, using the flexibility to weave in between the head of his cock and the shaft before leaning up and taking it in as much as you could. Tongue flat, running along the thick vein underneath, you slowly bobbed your head back and forth, breathing when you could. It wasn’t long before you felt a tug with the hand that ran through your hair to pull you away from him, leaving you panting, and breathless from working so hard to please him.

His cheeks flushed a bright pink he chuckled almost as breathlessly as you, having forgotten how to breathe in the moment before letting go of your hair. “What a good girl,” he praised as he shifted back and patted his lap. “Why not come for a ride?” he questioned as he watched you stand. “I would have taken you back to my room, but I'm feeling impatient. It’s my birthday after all,” he informed, eyes hungrily watching over your form as you stripped naked, and then worked on taking off his trousers completely.

“Your birthday?” you questioned him as you straddled his lap. “I see. Perhaps this will be enough of a gift then?” you mused lining yourself up, slowly trying to sink yourself down on him.

His head slammed back against the back of his throne as he groaned. You were taking your time, though as you hadn’t prepared yourself. You knew your body could and would stretch, but it was painful to begin with. He was stretching you to your limit, but you licked your hand to reach down to let the saliva coating his dick for an easier entry only then were you able to sit down fully on his lap.

Taking a good minute or two you both sat, panting, just feeling one another as you got used to the stretch of his cock within you. His hands empassing your hips, he tried to get you to move, but you had other ideas. It was his birthday? That’s just fine, but you would make sure it would be a ride he wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

You gently grasped his hands and took them off your hips to raise them above his head as you started to roll your hips back and forth. Leaning in close to kiss him and to distract him, you used your tail to wrap his hands above his head. He only just realised when you leaned back.

“W-What the fuck is—shit—the big idea?” he panted as his eyes were glued to your form, which started moving so effortlessly up and down on his dick.

“It’s your birthday. I want to spoil you, so enjoy the ride.” Chuckling a little darkly, you couldn’t help but use your wings to give you some extra momentum and power into your movements as you rode him.

He couldn't believe just how lucky he was to have such a beautiful person ride him within an inch of his life. You knew just what to do and how to please him, which, to his embarrassment, had him orgasming not much longer after you started.

“F-Fuck!” he grunted, unable to couldn’t help it when his hips met yours. Though your gut had only just started to coil with your own orgasm, much to your disappointment. You remained seated on his lap as he came down from his high, letting go of his arms.

He watched you only to frown. Noticing you hadn’t orgasmed yet he couldn’t help but feel like a teenager all over again.

This wouldn’t do. This wouldn’t do at all.

Growling, he forcefully lifted you up from him as he slid to the floor, getting you to sit in his seat. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he brought you to his face and started to lap up not only at his own cum that had started to seep it’s way out from the confines of yourself, but searching for any original taste of your own essence. This surprise had you leaning over with a groan. In all your years, no other man had been so willing about doing this.

Smirking from the inside of your thighs, he knew from your expression that you were loving it or at the very least surprised by his movements. “What?” he questioned, so close to your cunt that you could feel his breath ghosting it. “Never been eaten out before?” He seemed a little too smug, as if he almost already knew the answer.

With a shake of your head, he only shifted closer and got more comfortable as he nudged your clit with his nose. “Hmm, good. I'm a man starving for pussy and it’s delicious, so don’t mind me,” he muttered before his gaze lowered.

Though his dick felt great, this was almost a thousand times better. There was no painful stretch, only a soft muscle, though not deep. The slurping and sucking sounds and sensations were what quickly brought your end. He was more than happy to guide you though your high as you remained hunched over his head, hands which you now realised were in his hair, forcing his face just that much closer.

Leaning back once you had come back to Earth, you watched him as he wiped his chin and cheeks with the back of his arm. “Thank you for the meal.” He chuckled, giving off a lopsided smile, showing off the pearly whites of his sharp teeth. He stood as he gathered up his trousers as he got dressed. “You’re more than welcome to stay for dinner in my home,” he stated as he turned to you and passed you back your clothes.

Slowly taking them, you nodded as you got dressed despite the shake in your legs. “Y-Yeah, I think I will,” you confirmed as you slipped back into your clothes.

“Good choice. I’m not finished with you yet, beautiful.” Leaning in, he kissed your cheek before taking his leave only to find a very flustered Eijirou waiting outside. “Something wrong?” Katsuki questioned with folded arms, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“N-No!” the dragon protested, though the redness that was spread all the way up to his ears gave him away.

“Next time, just ask. It’s rude to eavesdrop.” Katsuki laughed as he walked away, going to join the mass for dinner.

“K-Katsuki! I had to make sure you were safe! After all, she’s a rogue dragon,” Eijirou protested in earnest. Though he wouldn’t admit it, that would be something that Eijirou would very much like to do.

“Sure, sure, whatever you say, man.”

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki took a seat at the head of the banquet table, waiting for your arrival before the festivities could begin.

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